Student Experience Blog: May 2013

Home Again

After four finals, an empty room, a flight to Utah, and a week with my sister, I'm back in Oregon for the summer and not feeling nearly old enough to be a college sophomore.

Now that the year is over, I can't believe how fast it went. Looking back, it wasn't what I thought it would be when I was looking forward to it this time last year. I didn't know what to expect back then, but what I got was one of the best years in memory.

Finishing Up

My sophomore year is one day from its conclusion. My Friday afternoon French final means that it’ll be holding on to the bitter end, but aside from the hassle of moving out later that afternoon, I’m not too chuffed about it.  That’s because I’m again a little reluctant to leave the C of I, and all the people that come with it.

Spring at C of I

The trees are flowering, the grass is green, the birds are out, and the infamous sprinklers are back on. Gauntlet though they may be to navigate, they are at least a good reminder to slow down.  

Dead week is called dead week for a reason; the last few weeks have been an absolute whirlwind! I think there have been more events on campus the past few weeks than would have been possible to attend, even without finals approaching.

Writing and Readings

We’re in the midst of dead week, and the temperatures are now in the perfect range to induce lethargy. Unfortunately, the library is the place to be instead, and all my regular study spots are being stolen by last-minute paper-writers. Alas and alack.

The Calm Before Spring Fling

It’s Friday night, and I’m staying in my room. Right now, I’m getting ready to watch some Netflix, and my biggest decision is whether to honor my Money and Literature class by watching the 1974 version of The Great Gatsby, or whether to do homage to my Brontës class, and watch Jane Eyre. I’ve read both books within the last month, (ok, April, not May) but I just finished up a big fat paper on Jane Eyre, so I might have to go for The Great Gatsby.

The Pros and Cons of the Home Stretch

I think the state of my room says a lot about how quickly this year has passed. I think back to move-in day all the way back in September, when my floor was spotless, my books all organized, and my backpack totally empty. Now, with only 15 days left of term (but who's counting?), my room is in a state of disarray. I step over discarded notebooks and papers on my way to my drawers, stuffed haphazardly with poorly folded clothes, flip over a few of those notebooks and papers to find a specific paper I need, and then get close to pulling a muscle trying to lift my backpack from my bed.