Waking up from an eight-hour siesta, glancing at the clock in the dark and recalling with remorse how many assignment deadlines I had missed because of this extended nap—the result of working overnight on a midterm paper—I suddenly got a sense of Whitman's bubble.
My personal Whitman bubble is currently filled with Bronislaw Malinowski's psychological functionalism, Sandra Gilbert's ekphrastic poetry and my slow process of adjusting to that bubble. That's right: my goal is to immerse myself in the bubble that many Whitman students try to break through.
While the content within individual bubbles varies, our communal Whitman bubble remains the product of what Whitman proudly claims—its traditional liberal arts education.
Having studied at Whitman for more than a month, I initiated a Chinese writing project entitled "Wei Meng Zhi"—Whitman Stories. "Wei Meng" means "Whitman," which also means "strong and robust'; "Zhi" refers to stories.
