Students from states on New York’s travel restriction have started their mandatory 14-day quarantines, and thousands of Cornellians are set to move into dorms this week. One first-year said the quarantine isn’t too bad, “but it definitely doesn’t feel like college.”
Resident advisors say Cornell isn’t doing enough to protect them. One R.A. said he and his colleagues are working extra without overtime or hazard pay. “I don’t see how this will last a semester,” he said.
As parents flooded campus and “I’ll miss you”s floated through residence hall stairwells, some first-year students fled campus as soon as President Martha E. Pollack’s Friday email reached their inboxes. Residence halls are emptying, and other first-years are packing up to leave Cornell in the upcoming days.
On Monday Jan. 20, a water main break caused parts of Jessup Road to close, with a crew working on fixing the damage into Tuesday evening. This closure forced commuters to reroute, using Cradit Farm Drive instead.
My freshman year at Cornell was probably the best year of my life so far. I stayed up until 5 a.m. every night participating in hallway-wide gossip sessions, proudly strode into Sunday RPCC brunches in pajamas and last night’s mascara and never, ever called home — because when you’re 18 and having the time of your life, why would you? The sheer novelty of the college experience, the number of smart-mouthed, like-minded people I met at Cornell, definitely contributed to my incredible year. But upon reflection, I realize there was another factor. Although I’m sure the creators of North Campus meant to construct another damp and depressing group of dorms (West Campus reminds me forcibly of J.K. Rowling’s Knockturn Alley), they somehow stumbled upon the formula for a home, a community unto itself.