by Sarah Brylinsky ’09

It was difficult for me to breathe by the time I’d reached my room in Quito. Ten thousand feet above sea level, the fourth floor seemed more like the forty-fourth floor, and the backpack which had weighed under 30 pounds in Pennsylvania now weighed at least 655. In the next ten days I would hike higher...

“Ithaca? But it’s so cold!”

I’ve heard that countless times since I chose to attend Ithaca College. Even earlier, in fact: A classmate  in my high school senior year journalism class asked me if I knew Ithaca’s four seasons. When I didn’t get the joke, he laughed and told me: rain, sleet, hail, and snow....