In the first Senior Wisdom of the day, we bring you a reveal: Rachel Nash Bronstein has been running the anonymous and popular My Life Is Barnard twitter account. Upon her departure, she wants to come clean…
Name, Hometown, School: Rachel Nash Bronstein, Newton MA, Barnard College
Claim to fame? I’m the third of MyLifeisBarnard that you’d be least willing to bring home to your mother, the little white Jew who sings too loudly in the Gospel Choir, and I ended up on the executive board of Alpha Chi Omega through a logistical mix-up. (The superior MyLifeisBarnard-ers are Claire Heysion, who WAS ROBBED of a Senior Wisdom, and Naomi Roochnik, who got stolen by San Francisco last year.)
Where are you going? I guess to Brooklyn. I think that’s where I’m obligated to go if I want to pursue music, which is what I’ll be doing at a music publishing company where I’ll be the in-house vocalist and vocal editor. Also because it is my manifestiny (manifest destiny, duh) to gentrify all the things!!1!!!!!
Three things you learned at Columbia:
Back in my day…. frats actually had parties! They might have been fun but all I can remember is sweat. Even as a fairly active Greek life member, I couldn’t really tell you what frats spend their time doing instead nowadays, but I like to imagine that each house has at least one barbershop quartet because wouldn’t that be adorable?!
Justify your existence in 30 words or fewer: One time I recorded a song for an erotic audiobook. The song included the word “’tis” (yes, that’s “’tis,” as in the contraction for “it is” for people who don’t know that “it’s” exists) multiple times.
Write a CU admirers post to anyone or anything at Columbia: I admire the people who saw a bizarre tiny person who talks too quickly, too loudly, and definitely too candidly and thought to themselves “OK sure I’ll be friends with her, why not?”. Those people stuck around after some really strange nights and sat through many, many concerts, many of which were not at all in English or involved sticking my head in a piano and singing made up songs (that was my thesis ok don’t worry about it). So I admire the hell out of my friends, because they’ve constantly been there through all of the weirdness. (And because they are unbelievably talented, thoughtful, smart, caring, and inspirational people, but I don’t know how to say that in a way that isn’t corny, but like, it’s true, so there you go.)
Would you rather give up oral sex or cheese? I’d give up cheese. [The rest of this answer has been redacted by the Fun Police.]
One thing do to before graduating: Go the fuck outside. Like, right now. Chances are it’s nice out, but even if it isn’t, the fresh air will do you good.
Any regrets? I’ve spent far too time standing in front of a mirror and grimacing at myself. That’s time I’ll never get back. That’s time I’ve spent actively bringing myself down when I could have been making progress on my work, social life, happiness, re-watching of Arrested Development, errands, relationships…pretty much anything. Standing in front of a mirror and hating yourself is probably the most egregiously frivolous way to waste the gift of four short, precious years at an institution unlike any other. Savor your time, your friends, your classes, and yourself; there simply isn’t enough time to throw away on disliking your appearance.