One of the many benefits of a liberal arts education is how well rounded of an individual you become. As I'm sure most readers know by now, the PEAK program is unique even among liberal arts institutions; not only are students undertaking a major course of study, they are also enrolled in three minors, all of which are in different fields.
At 4 a.m. last Thursday morning, armed with five hours of sleep, an extremely heavy garment bag, and enough cold medication on hand to keep three men healthy and satisfied, I embarked on a road trip to the San Francisco Bay area of California. Along for the ride were Derek and David, two of my fellow Delt brothers, both of whom were also fighting off nasty colds just as I was. But the state of our sinuses wasn't our worry. With ten and a half hours to go until we reached our hotel in Pleasanton, all that mattered was staying awake and getting to our destination in time.
I'm not going to lie to you, guys: the start of spring semester has been a crazy amount of work so far. I suppose in a lot of ways I brought it on myself - I could have prepared my articles for the upcoming issue of the Coyote earlier, I could have spent more time preparing my fiction piece for a scholarship competition during the break between winter and spring, I could have chosen classes to take that required way less reading (my ENG-333 seminar has me reading at least one Hemingway novel a week, for example), and so on.
It’s the first Friday of spring term, and more importantly, it’s Valentine’s Day. One of the great things about living on campus with a bunch of other young people is that Valentine's is just as much a celebration of friendship as it is a romantic celebration.
As evidenced by the hopping mail center today, lots of people are sending Valentine’s goodies and wishes to each other on campus. One thing my sorority did this Valentine’s Day was an exchange where everyone was responsible for sending a little card or present to a sister whose name they’d drawn at random.
Today, everyone at the College is rejoicing. Not because it’s the last day of class for most people, but because the sun is finally back. We’ve had about two solid weeks of grey skies, so the sun has been sorely missed. It virtually rained ice yesterday, so sunshine and blues skies provide even more of a contrast.
Not too much is going on right now, like I said, it’s the last day of class for most people. I’m headed home to Boise tomorrow morning, and am looking forward to being reunited with my dog.
Generally speaking, if there’s a fancy event on campus, it’s in the Langroise foyer and I’ll have done my best to be in attendance. Last night’s fancy event—Kappa Casino—happens to be an event that my sorority hosts. Kappa Casino is a fundraiser for our national philanthropy, Reading is Fundamental, and had local impact; the $1,600+ raised last night from poker buy-ins and raffle ticket sales will be used to buy books for kids at Lincoln and Van Buren Elementary.
But that’s just the end result of last night’s philanthropy event.
It was certainly a straight up sprint to the finish, but my finals are all done, my last papers completed, and my mind at academic rest. That's right, folks, the Fall 2013 semester is now officially in the books, and not a moment too soon. As great as the semester was, there comes a time in every student's life that school is no longer as appealing as sleeping in until 10 AM and proceding to watch the entire first season of Lost for the fifth time. Now I can do that without feeling quite as guilty that I'm neglecting responsibilities!
We’re a day away from Thanksgiving, and indications include the appearance of the “Pilgrim Panini” in the Caf and an abundance of canned food drives. The C of I Thanksgiving break is only a few days long, but it’s not too much of a downer, as we’re off for Christmas break just two weeks after Thanksgiving.
November has really been plugging along, hasn’t it? All the weeks since the end of fall break seem to have passed by at a breakneck, Usain Bolt-like pace, to the point that Thanksgiving is less than a week away. Every day in my classes after I write the day’s date at the top of my notes, I always just stare at that steadily increasing number, as if glaring at it hard enough would magically shift the month back a week.