Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
Stacy Wetzel, a violinist in the Los Angeles Philharmonic, gave Sini props during her visit to BYU. The School of Music had arranged a master class taught by Wetzel for all violin majors. Only five students were chosen to workshop pieces with Wetzel in front of the whole group; Sini was one of them. “I played solo,” says Sini, who performed her jury piece, Sarasate.
“Overall, she liked the way I played.” Wetzel talked about the rhythm, pacing, and improvisation. “Then there’s this really fast part—she wanted it a lot faster,” says Sini. Wetzel also performed.
“She has a really nice sound,” says Sini. “When you play in an orchestra, you don’t have time to practice on your own stuff—it can kill your musicality. She plays really musically.”
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Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Dreamy Athletes
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
Known for good pizza, Brick Oven, Sini discovered, was also a place to spot the men’s volleyball team. Enjoying a pie after a home game, she and her friends recognized some of the players and were fortunate to be accompanied by one of her roommate’s aunts.
“My roommate’s aunt is like a scholarship person who knows everyone who’s in sports at BYU,” says Sini. “And she told the players to come talk to us.” In fewer words than Sini used, he was beautiful—though the players are “all pretty cute.”
Known for good pizza, Brick Oven, Sini discovered, was also a place to spot the men’s volleyball team. Enjoying a pie after a home game, she and her friends recognized some of the players and were fortunate to be accompanied by one of her roommate’s aunts.
“My roommate’s aunt is like a scholarship person who knows everyone who’s in sports at BYU,” says Sini. “And she told the players to come talk to us.” In fewer words than Sini used, he was beautiful—though the players are “all pretty cute.”
Thursday, March 25, 2010
The Hunt
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
All six tenants of Sini's apartment decided to room together as sophomores, and the hunt for off-campus housing began. Knocking doors all over the south side of campus, they decided on Park Place. “The place we found looks like a Russian subway station to me,” says Sini, “but the once I saw the inside, it was all right.”
All six tenants of Sini's apartment decided to room together as sophomores, and the hunt for off-campus housing began. Knocking doors all over the south side of campus, they decided on Park Place. “The place we found looks like a Russian subway station to me,” says Sini, “but the once I saw the inside, it was all right.”
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
A Sini Specialty
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
Sini won’t brag, but others say her meatballs are the best. “I don’t even have a recipe for them; I’ve made them so much I know what I’m doing,” she says. “I always put leaves of onions and oats in mine.”
Sini won’t brag, but others say her meatballs are the best. “I don’t even have a recipe for them; I’ve made them so much I know what I’m doing,” she says. “I always put leaves of onions and oats in mine.”
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Laundry Day
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
Laundry day is the day Sini runs out of clothes. “I realize, ‘Oh, I have no underwear, it’s laundry day,’” she says. She can’t wait to have an apartment with her own washer and dryer. In Heritage, it seems like someone else is always using one of the two sets of machines. “I have to remember to run down there every 40 minutes.”
Laundry day is the day Sini runs out of clothes. “I realize, ‘Oh, I have no underwear, it’s laundry day,’” she says. She can’t wait to have an apartment with her own washer and dryer. In Heritage, it seems like someone else is always using one of the two sets of machines. “I have to remember to run down there every 40 minutes.”
Monday, March 1, 2010
Self-Guided Tour
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
While visiting her home ward in Sandy, Utah, Sini’s roommate signed all of her roommates up to help clean the Draper Utah Temple—then undedicated and open to the public—without their consent.
“We loved it,” Sini says. “But I was dusting—there was no dust. They clean it every night.” After cleaning they were free to walk around on their own. “When you go on a tour, it’s kind of fast,” Sini says. “We got to spend as long as we wanted.” They lingered in the celestial room. “You know, it’s cool to get to see the whole temple, because usually you don’t—baptisms, that’s all I can do right now. It was fun to be there with our roommates and do that kind of thing. It was really neat.”
While visiting her home ward in Sandy, Utah, Sini’s roommate signed all of her roommates up to help clean the Draper Utah Temple—then undedicated and open to the public—without their consent.
“We loved it,” Sini says. “But I was dusting—there was no dust. They clean it every night.” After cleaning they were free to walk around on their own. “When you go on a tour, it’s kind of fast,” Sini says. “We got to spend as long as we wanted.” They lingered in the celestial room. “You know, it’s cool to get to see the whole temple, because usually you don’t—baptisms, that’s all I can do right now. It was fun to be there with our roommates and do that kind of thing. It was really neat.”
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sacrament-Meeting Talent
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
Sure, members with musical inclinations are found in every ward. But Sini’s freshman ward was a rare exception.
First-year students who join Freshman Academy can elect to live in dorms with students who have similar interests; the Freshman Academy music community, of which Sini was a part, was concentrated between a couple Heritage Halls buildings—and in one ward. That meant sacrament strains from 25 music majors, some of whom had declined offers from Julliard.
“I’ve performed maybe 15 times in sacrament meeting so far,” Sini says. Her ward orchestra, which included the violin, viola, cello, bassoon, oboe, piano, trombone, and trumpet, joined the stake choir for conferences and firesides.
Sure, members with musical inclinations are found in every ward. But Sini’s freshman ward was a rare exception.
First-year students who join Freshman Academy can elect to live in dorms with students who have similar interests; the Freshman Academy music community, of which Sini was a part, was concentrated between a couple Heritage Halls buildings—and in one ward. That meant sacrament strains from 25 music majors, some of whom had declined offers from Julliard.
“I’ve performed maybe 15 times in sacrament meeting so far,” Sini says. Her ward orchestra, which included the violin, viola, cello, bassoon, oboe, piano, trombone, and trumpet, joined the stake choir for conferences and firesides.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Sound Investment
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
When it comes to violins, never buy new, Sini advises. “The wood changes in the first two years.” Hers, made by Eero Haahiti, a Fin, was made in 1995. “It’s a young violin. My last one was made in 1845,” she says. “Some people say older violins have a softer sound, and it’s true, but this one is a lot better than my old one.” It was made for her violin teacher back in Finland, who sold it to her for roughly $18,000, which she paid entirely in scholarship money. Insurance on the instrument is about $150 a year, which also covers the bow—a good thing, because rehairing the bow costs $60. “I’ll have this one maybe forever, unless I get rich,” Sini says. If money weren’t a problem, she could spend $100,000. “Violins are an investment,” Sini says. “I could sell mine in 20 years and make money.”
When it comes to violins, never buy new, Sini advises. “The wood changes in the first two years.” Hers, made by Eero Haahiti, a Fin, was made in 1995. “It’s a young violin. My last one was made in 1845,” she says. “Some people say older violins have a softer sound, and it’s true, but this one is a lot better than my old one.” It was made for her violin teacher back in Finland, who sold it to her for roughly $18,000, which she paid entirely in scholarship money. Insurance on the instrument is about $150 a year, which also covers the bow—a good thing, because rehairing the bow costs $60. “I’ll have this one maybe forever, unless I get rich,” Sini says. If money weren’t a problem, she could spend $100,000. “Violins are an investment,” Sini says. “I could sell mine in 20 years and make money.”
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Unforgettable Devotional
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
In the second devotional of the semester, Sini’s favorite of her freshmen year, Elder Jeffrey R. Holland (BS ’65) spoke about Lot’s wife, who looked back. “He talked about how we need to move on in life and not look back in time,” Sini recalls. “Christ died for us, and we have a responsibility to use that gift and let the Atonement work in our lives and in other people’s lives.”
Read or listen to this devotional on the BYU Speeches Web site.
In the second devotional of the semester, Sini’s favorite of her freshmen year, Elder Jeffrey R. Holland (BS ’65) spoke about Lot’s wife, who looked back. “He talked about how we need to move on in life and not look back in time,” Sini recalls. “Christ died for us, and we have a responsibility to use that gift and let the Atonement work in our lives and in other people’s lives.”
Read or listen to this devotional on the BYU Speeches Web site.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Upgraded
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
In January Kory Katseanes, director of orchestras, called Sini to announce he was moving her up to Chamber Orchestra, BYU’s elite touring orchestra. But that’s not all. That same night she got an e-mail from him: “It just said, ‘P.S. I moved you to Phil.’”
Phil, short for BYU’s Philharmonic Orchestra, was Sini’s first-semester dream—and she didn’t even have to audition. “I was so happy, I was jumping around. I was the only violinist to get moved up. . . . I guess I’m good,” she smiles broadly. She still had to audition for chair position in February, but she was in.
In January Kory Katseanes, director of orchestras, called Sini to announce he was moving her up to Chamber Orchestra, BYU’s elite touring orchestra. But that’s not all. That same night she got an e-mail from him: “It just said, ‘P.S. I moved you to Phil.’”
Phil, short for BYU’s Philharmonic Orchestra, was Sini’s first-semester dream—and she didn’t even have to audition. “I was so happy, I was jumping around. I was the only violinist to get moved up. . . . I guess I’m good,” she smiles broadly. She still had to audition for chair position in February, but she was in.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Dictate This
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
Pick a piece of music; memorize it in a semester; then write it out, without listening to it, in class on the day of the final. For this semester-long assignment, given in Sini’s music violin master’s class, Sini selected Sarasate, by Zigeneurweisen. “It’s a gypsy song, something that all violinists have heard—but this one is horrible, it is so hard,” she says. “My master’s teacher even announced in class, ‘Hey, guess what Sini’s dictation piece is,’ he thought it was so funny.”
Pick a piece of music; memorize it in a semester; then write it out, without listening to it, in class on the day of the final. For this semester-long assignment, given in Sini’s music violin master’s class, Sini selected Sarasate, by Zigeneurweisen. “It’s a gypsy song, something that all violinists have heard—but this one is horrible, it is so hard,” she says. “My master’s teacher even announced in class, ‘Hey, guess what Sini’s dictation piece is,’ he thought it was so funny.”
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I Won't Be Home for Christmas
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
Though she wouldn't make it home for Christmas, Sini set a huge goal for her return to Finland in December 2009: she would compete in the Kuopio National Violin Competition. "It's just a national competition, but in Finland, it's prestigious," Sini says. "First-place prize is $8,000--something like that." It would mean a year of dedication, memorizing and perfecting an entire concerto, but the goal revived Sini, and it pointed her towards home.
Though she wouldn't make it home for Christmas, Sini set a huge goal for her return to Finland in December 2009: she would compete in the Kuopio National Violin Competition. "It's just a national competition, but in Finland, it's prestigious," Sini says. "First-place prize is $8,000--something like that." It would mean a year of dedication, memorizing and perfecting an entire concerto, but the goal revived Sini, and it pointed her towards home.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Random thoughts... a lot of them
Posted by Sini
I can't believe I made it through this semester. I only have one lousy music dictation test left. On Friday at 3.30 pm me and fall semester 2008 will be officially over!
The past four months have been, well, an experience. This has been the best, the funniest, and the most wonderful time of my life, but also the hardest, the busiest, and the most challenging. I have laughed, cried, studied, partied, loved, hated, and everything possible in between. But most importantly I have learned a ton.
Here are a few things I’ve learned during my first semester (just a fair warning, most of these don’t have anything to do with academic stuff and they are in random order):
Nothing in this country is free.
In Finland I was able to enjoy the social health care and the schooling funded by government. Tuition doesn't exist, books are a lot cheaper, medicines and hospital care are basically free, etc. It was a shock when I found out how much my books cost, or that School of Music didn't provide a pianist free of charge. I almost got a heart attack when I went to buy insulin for my diabetes care. It was 100 times more (literally) than what I pay in Finland. Brutal.
Hi and how are you go together.
In school they taught me that you greet people by saying hi, hello, or something equivalent. Soon after I got here I learned that the beautiful, little, and always-so-sincere question “How are you?” is an inseparable part of the greeting. This is something you don't say in Finnish. So at first I was really confused why the same people kept asking me how I am, every time they saw me, many times a day. And often they didn’t even hear or care to hear my answer, which anyway would've been just good. However, I learned to love this habit. It's so nice and friendly, even though the people wouldn't really care how you are doing. And finally, I have also started using this polite, American, “Hi, how are you?” phrase instead of the simple but cold greeting they taught me in school.
Everybody and everything at BYU isn't perfect.
I have to admit it was naive and stupid to think this would be some sort of a perfect place. I guess I never really thought so; it was more of a dream, maybe. And I'm not saying I don't like it here. I really love it. But the happy valley has its own problems, and you can't just blindly trust everyone. It's been amazing to be around so many Church members. That's what I love the most. For the first time in my life I can really be myself and be with people who share my beliefs and values. I don't need to explain who and what I am in every single occasion. But when pretty much everybody is a member of the Church it also has some side effects.
In Finland you're either very active or don't go to church at all. We don't have the people in the middle--the people who kind of believe and sometimes go to sacrament meetings and kind of keep the commandments, at least the easy ones. In Finland you’re either in or out.
So, I thought in Utah almost everybody would be strong and one of those people that are really in. It was eye-opening, and a little disappointing to realize how many just hang out in the middle. I thought living here would be very easy, Church wise. And in some ways it is. What makes it hard, though, are all those people in the middle. I learned that, sad as it is, being a Church member doesn't always guarantee anything. You can't just blindly trust everyone to be good.
Sleep and college don’t belong together.
I don't understand how I'm able to function with about five hours of sleep every night, but somehow I am. I guess my body has just got used to the constant lack of sleep, and nowadays six hours is luxurious. It's kind of sad and scary. But when you have so much to do, especially so many fun things, you can very well sacrifice a few hours of sleep . . . I don’t want to miss out on all of the fun, crazy, or sometimes even serious stuff that’s going around. And I also have studying to do, believe it or not. And anyways, who needs sleep….?
There's a difference between what you ought to do and what you really have to do.
Probably the most important thing for your academic success, as well as life in general, is to figure out what you really need to do in order to do well in your classes. The fact is that there's not enough time to do everything your professors would have you do. I tried it in the beginning of this semester, and it did not work out. You just need to find out what's absolutely crucial and essential, and then leave everything else out. Much less work and you can still get As (speaking from personal experience), plus that there's a lot more time to party . . .
You can make guys do almost anything if you feed them well.
I have applied this truth very well this semester. Just one example: I made my FHE boys dance a Finnish folk song in our ward's variety show by threatening to dump the delicious cake I made. It worked out so well. They didn't even complain.
The things you don’t plan beforehand turn out to be the best.
My life is very random, most of the time. Call me crazy, weirdo, or wacko if you want. You are pretty close to the truth. What I'm trying to say is that I just like to do stuff from the spur of the moment, just go with the flow. We, my roommates, friends, and I, have had dance parties in and outside, at night and in the middle of the day, late night IHOP runs, baking parties, belly painting, temple trips, last minute Creamery shopping, food fights, wrestling matches, sleepovers, etc. I love the randomness of my life. It's so unpredictable; you never know what's going to happen the next moment.
Love it.
Everything is a lot nicer when you love it. I love school, I love living in America, I love my roommates, I love my friends, I love the gospel, I love my family, I live my violin (I named it Johnny boy, so it's a lot more loveable now), I love having fun, I love studying in the library, I love cooking, I love eating, I love staying up late, I love the next day when I'm so tired I fall asleep in the class, I love cleaning checks (bath tub is my favorite), I love all those awkward dates, I love hanging out with my friends, I love when they hug me, I love when they get mad at me, I love when we cry and laugh together . . . I just love my college experience so far. It's been crazy, exhausting, and stressing but at the same time it's been just simply awesome. College is perfect just the way it is. Even the unpleasant things turn out to be enjoyable when you just decide to love them. I wouldn't change a single moment during this semester. I simply LOVE IT.
I can't believe I made it through this semester. I only have one lousy music dictation test left. On Friday at 3.30 pm me and fall semester 2008 will be officially over!
The past four months have been, well, an experience. This has been the best, the funniest, and the most wonderful time of my life, but also the hardest, the busiest, and the most challenging. I have laughed, cried, studied, partied, loved, hated, and everything possible in between. But most importantly I have learned a ton.
Here are a few things I’ve learned during my first semester (just a fair warning, most of these don’t have anything to do with academic stuff and they are in random order):
Nothing in this country is free.
In Finland I was able to enjoy the social health care and the schooling funded by government. Tuition doesn't exist, books are a lot cheaper, medicines and hospital care are basically free, etc. It was a shock when I found out how much my books cost, or that School of Music didn't provide a pianist free of charge. I almost got a heart attack when I went to buy insulin for my diabetes care. It was 100 times more (literally) than what I pay in Finland. Brutal.
Hi and how are you go together.
In school they taught me that you greet people by saying hi, hello, or something equivalent. Soon after I got here I learned that the beautiful, little, and always-so-sincere question “How are you?” is an inseparable part of the greeting. This is something you don't say in Finnish. So at first I was really confused why the same people kept asking me how I am, every time they saw me, many times a day. And often they didn’t even hear or care to hear my answer, which anyway would've been just good. However, I learned to love this habit. It's so nice and friendly, even though the people wouldn't really care how you are doing. And finally, I have also started using this polite, American, “Hi, how are you?” phrase instead of the simple but cold greeting they taught me in school.
Everybody and everything at BYU isn't perfect.
I have to admit it was naive and stupid to think this would be some sort of a perfect place. I guess I never really thought so; it was more of a dream, maybe. And I'm not saying I don't like it here. I really love it. But the happy valley has its own problems, and you can't just blindly trust everyone. It's been amazing to be around so many Church members. That's what I love the most. For the first time in my life I can really be myself and be with people who share my beliefs and values. I don't need to explain who and what I am in every single occasion. But when pretty much everybody is a member of the Church it also has some side effects.
In Finland you're either very active or don't go to church at all. We don't have the people in the middle--the people who kind of believe and sometimes go to sacrament meetings and kind of keep the commandments, at least the easy ones. In Finland you’re either in or out.
So, I thought in Utah almost everybody would be strong and one of those people that are really in. It was eye-opening, and a little disappointing to realize how many just hang out in the middle. I thought living here would be very easy, Church wise. And in some ways it is. What makes it hard, though, are all those people in the middle. I learned that, sad as it is, being a Church member doesn't always guarantee anything. You can't just blindly trust everyone to be good.
Sleep and college don’t belong together.
I don't understand how I'm able to function with about five hours of sleep every night, but somehow I am. I guess my body has just got used to the constant lack of sleep, and nowadays six hours is luxurious. It's kind of sad and scary. But when you have so much to do, especially so many fun things, you can very well sacrifice a few hours of sleep . . . I don’t want to miss out on all of the fun, crazy, or sometimes even serious stuff that’s going around. And I also have studying to do, believe it or not. And anyways, who needs sleep….?
There's a difference between what you ought to do and what you really have to do.
Probably the most important thing for your academic success, as well as life in general, is to figure out what you really need to do in order to do well in your classes. The fact is that there's not enough time to do everything your professors would have you do. I tried it in the beginning of this semester, and it did not work out. You just need to find out what's absolutely crucial and essential, and then leave everything else out. Much less work and you can still get As (speaking from personal experience), plus that there's a lot more time to party . . .
You can make guys do almost anything if you feed them well.
I have applied this truth very well this semester. Just one example: I made my FHE boys dance a Finnish folk song in our ward's variety show by threatening to dump the delicious cake I made. It worked out so well. They didn't even complain.
The things you don’t plan beforehand turn out to be the best.
My life is very random, most of the time. Call me crazy, weirdo, or wacko if you want. You are pretty close to the truth. What I'm trying to say is that I just like to do stuff from the spur of the moment, just go with the flow. We, my roommates, friends, and I, have had dance parties in and outside, at night and in the middle of the day, late night IHOP runs, baking parties, belly painting, temple trips, last minute Creamery shopping, food fights, wrestling matches, sleepovers, etc. I love the randomness of my life. It's so unpredictable; you never know what's going to happen the next moment.
Love it.
Everything is a lot nicer when you love it. I love school, I love living in America, I love my roommates, I love my friends, I love the gospel, I love my family, I live my violin (I named it Johnny boy, so it's a lot more loveable now), I love having fun, I love studying in the library, I love cooking, I love eating, I love staying up late, I love the next day when I'm so tired I fall asleep in the class, I love cleaning checks (bath tub is my favorite), I love all those awkward dates, I love hanging out with my friends, I love when they hug me, I love when they get mad at me, I love when we cry and laugh together . . . I just love my college experience so far. It's been crazy, exhausting, and stressing but at the same time it's been just simply awesome. College is perfect just the way it is. Even the unpleasant things turn out to be enjoyable when you just decide to love them. I wouldn't change a single moment during this semester. I simply LOVE IT.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Trading Spaces
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
Randomly assigning strangers to be roommates, especially six freshman girls, can be a gamble. By the beginning of December, one girl in Sini's apartment wanted out. "She felt uncomfortable around us," Sini says. "Everyone else was sharing food; she didn't. We were not allowed to talk about boys, kissing, holding hands--anything like that. She thought it's not right to kiss before you're married or engaged." After mediation with an RA, the affronted roommate opted to move into Wyview, where she would have her own room. In the shakeup, apartment 46 absorbed a new roommate, a friend from down the hall.
Randomly assigning strangers to be roommates, especially six freshman girls, can be a gamble. By the beginning of December, one girl in Sini's apartment wanted out. "She felt uncomfortable around us," Sini says. "Everyone else was sharing food; she didn't. We were not allowed to talk about boys, kissing, holding hands--anything like that. She thought it's not right to kiss before you're married or engaged." After mediation with an RA, the affronted roommate opted to move into Wyview, where she would have her own room. In the shakeup, apartment 46 absorbed a new roommate, a friend from down the hall.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Dates, Dates, and More Dates
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
Via Skype, Sini's oldest brother, Oaquim, informed her that something was different: “She has the opportunity to spend more time with guys. It shows on her face,” he says.
Here are a few highlights of her semester's dates:
Via Skype, Sini's oldest brother, Oaquim, informed her that something was different: “She has the opportunity to spend more time with guys. It shows on her face,” he says.
Here are a few highlights of her semester's dates:
- Her first blind date--a date with a friend's boyfriend's friend--entailed a BYU women's volleyball game followed by grilled s'mores and an outdoor volleyball game at Heritage Halls. A boy there with another girl noticed Sini and asked her out the next day. "He asked me to go four-wheeling," Sini says.
- Then there was Homecoming: after hours spent sitting next to Sini in Symphony Orchestra, in classes, and in church, Spencer Jensen worked up the courage to ask her to Homecoming. Though Sini was performing in Spectacular on Thursday and Friday night, Saturday was wide open. "We went with a group of his friends to the Old Spaghetti Factory and then to the casual dance," says Sini. "It was a good time."
- The most awkward date of the semester was a setup arranged by her "Sandy mom"--the mother of her friend who served in Finland. The blind date took Sini to Brick Oven and mini-golfing. "He didn't talk much," says Sini, adding, with emphasis, "He's, like, 25."
- Her favorite date of the semester took her go-carting, to "the Sonic," and to watch the movie Cars in a park.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Fish Here
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
Freshmen girls send subtle messages through dorm décor and signs in windows. “Looking for a date?” asks a giant crepe-paper sign in Sini's apartment, complete with a blue pond stocked with fish labeled with the names of the tenants. “Fish here.”
Freshmen girls send subtle messages through dorm décor and signs in windows. “Looking for a date?” asks a giant crepe-paper sign in Sini's apartment, complete with a blue pond stocked with fish labeled with the names of the tenants. “Fish here.”
Monday, November 16, 2009
Phil, Please
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
Sini made first chair in the Symphony Orchestra, the preparatory orchestra in the School of Music. “I really want to make Phil,” she says. Short for Philharmonic Orchestra, “Phil” is the premier orchestra in the School of Music. Few freshmen, if any, make the orchestra. The next audition is in winter semester.
Sini made first chair in the Symphony Orchestra, the preparatory orchestra in the School of Music. “I really want to make Phil,” she says. Short for Philharmonic Orchestra, “Phil” is the premier orchestra in the School of Music. Few freshmen, if any, make the orchestra. The next audition is in winter semester.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
In Love with Pumpkin Pie
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
When Sini found some free time you could smell it. One crisp afternoon, with a paper done and violin practice out of the way, she and a roommate decided to bake pies from scratch and discovered one pumpkin goes a long way in terms of baked goods. “We had way too much pumpkin, so we did two pumpkin pies and pumpkin bread and invited a lot of people over,” says Sini, who confesses: “I’ve fallen in love with pumpkin pie.”
When Sini found some free time you could smell it. One crisp afternoon, with a paper done and violin practice out of the way, she and a roommate decided to bake pies from scratch and discovered one pumpkin goes a long way in terms of baked goods. “We had way too much pumpkin, so we did two pumpkin pies and pumpkin bread and invited a lot of people over,” says Sini, who confesses: “I’ve fallen in love with pumpkin pie.”
Friday, November 6, 2009
The Greatest Snow on Earth
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
When the first flakes fell in Provo, Sini was unfazed. School was never canceled because of snow in Finland. Her dad would tie a rope to the back of their snowmobile and they'd ski behind it. However, her new roommates are "obsessed," says Sini. One from Texas and one from Arizona had never seen the white wonder. "I can't believe it," Sini says.
"They say it's the greatest snow on earth and it really is. In Finland it's very icy. Here it is so fun to have powder. The mountains are much steeper here, too." She looks forward to going downhill and cross-country skiing up at Sundance.
When the first flakes fell in Provo, Sini was unfazed. School was never canceled because of snow in Finland. Her dad would tie a rope to the back of their snowmobile and they'd ski behind it. However, her new roommates are "obsessed," says Sini. One from Texas and one from Arizona had never seen the white wonder. "I can't believe it," Sini says.
"They say it's the greatest snow on earth and it really is. In Finland it's very icy. Here it is so fun to have powder. The mountains are much steeper here, too." She looks forward to going downhill and cross-country skiing up at Sundance.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Americans Like Sweets
Posted by Brittany Karford Rogers (BA ’07), Associate Editor
Being diabetic in America is not easy. "You eat a lot of sweet things in America, like way more than in Finland," says Sini, who discovered she had type 1 diabetes when she was 12. "There's a huge gap between lunch and dinner here, and you don't want to go back home between classes. . . . I make my own snacks and sandwiches to bring with me. It's cheaper, and I'd probably just end up buying a hamburger or something bad on campus instead."
Any other ideas on how to stave off the BYU, er, freshmen sweet tooth?
Being diabetic in America is not easy. "You eat a lot of sweet things in America, like way more than in Finland," says Sini, who discovered she had type 1 diabetes when she was 12. "There's a huge gap between lunch and dinner here, and you don't want to go back home between classes. . . . I make my own snacks and sandwiches to bring with me. It's cheaper, and I'd probably just end up buying a hamburger or something bad on campus instead."
Any other ideas on how to stave off the BYU, er, freshmen sweet tooth?
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