I’ve come to realize that I’ve always lived a high strung life, one full of self-induced stress and procrastination, masquerading as motivation and drive. And for a long time, it’s worked. I’ve always convinced myself that I can’t do work unless I’m staring the clock down, seconds from midnight, with my mouse cursor hovering over the “Submit” button. Dangerous, I know.
It’s not called Halloween here, it’s Hallowe’en. The apostrophe makes it that much spookier.
It makes sense that with all of the clubs and bars near the University, Hallowe’en would be a pretty big deal. College students, the weekend, and a holiday: the perfect storm. It’s not just us crazy kids though. The entire city was decked out in cobwebs, zombies, sugar, and streamers, all compensating for the fact that it’s been pretty quiet here recently.
This is my third Thursday in Belfast, and things are good. The hardest part of being here was getting here, so now that I’ve been on the ground for a few weeks, I’m feeling pretty settled and ready to get started.
It’s the first day of school at C of I, and I’m not there. Instead of heading to class, I’m trial packing my suitcases to see if I can indeed, fit five months worth of clothes, shoes, and dorm items into two suitcases. So far, so good. I guess this means that I’ve been grossly over packing for the last three years; when I moved out from the Village last spring, it took three carloads.
Greetings, and welcome to my third and final year of blogging. This is normally the time I’d re-introduce myself and give you a rundown of my involvement with the College, but this year will be a little different. Namely because I won’t be going back to College of Idaho.
By this time next Friday, I’ll be done with my junior year of college, and will be ready to bid adieu to classroom time at the College until February. In the meantime, I’m running around getting signatures for my graduation application and study abroad forms, finishing up papers, and studying for finals. I’m also about to undertake the arduous task of moving out of the Village, which I’m hoping to tackle in increments.
Everyday when I get up, one of the first things I do is check my email. Yesterday, among the usual barrage of J Crew sale announcements and other junk was an email titled “Study Abroad,” sent from the Irish American Scholars Programme 2014-15. That’s an email I’ve been waiting for since early March, when I sent in my acceptance of a spot at Queen’s University in Belfast for the fall.
During the Sun Valley Film Festival, I was shy to talk to producers, directors and writers. I kinda want to kick myself for it because at the time, I did not fully understand the power of networking. I started thinking about it when I met a guy named Ron who graduated from the C of I and is now in the film industry and has worked with actors like Arnold Schwarzenegger. It was only after he told me there were a lot of C of I alumni at the festival that I wished I hadn't shied away from meeting new people, as he was so eager to communicate with us, share his contacts and give us advice.
I’m fresh out of a managerial accounting test, and have just installed myself in the library. As per usual, my email is open, and so it seems like a good day to bring back the “What’s in my inbox” post. I’ve gotten some good emails in the last few days, and they’re a nice snapshot of what’s going on in my life right now.
1. An email offering me a spot for fall semester at my first choice university in Belfast. Really, this is an expanded email chain, because I sent back my acceptance form this morning. So I’ll be in Belfast next fall, reading literature.
I’ve barely been home for a week, and I already miss France. I miss the food, I miss the atmosphere, I miss hearing the sound of French spoken all around me. It’s a weird thing, culture shock. I hardly experienced it at all going to France – maybe because I’d already been there before, or maybe because I already spoke the language so I could largely understand what was going on around me.