I've learned several things in the past few days. I've learned that there are worse things in life than having an unusable laptop for 72 hours. I've learned that no one is a harsher critic than that person in your mirror. I've learned that a hot dog can be a sandwich if you believe in yourself and follow your dreams.
But most importantly, I've learned that the future is soon. In fact, it may have arrived completely unheralded, as if it had rolled out of bed at noon on a Saturday and waltzed over to the cafe in sweatpants and an old t-shirt.
It is a strange feeling writing something to sum up my college experience. A part of it, most likely, is because I am now in India, rather then Idaho. A lot of people here ask me the expected "Why would I leave America?" A lot of friends in Idaho asked me the same.
I can’t mop to save my life readers. If a vicious serial killer approached me, pushed a mop into my hands, and said “Mop my kitchen floors or else you’ll be pushing up daisies,” I would immediately start filing through movie speeches to use as my last words. Already, I’m leaning towards either Denzel Washington’s speech in Remember the Titans, or the lyrics of “We’re All in This Together” from High School Musical (you know, just for one last joke before I go).
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.
After 91 days, 18 hours, and 53 minutes, I am finally hanging up my cape; my superhero alter ego, The Intern, is finally retiring from her life of heroic shenanigans for good…unless of course a Help Wanted ad appears for the Avengers. Because if there is one thing their dynamic is missing, it’s a sassy B-average college student, with pacifistic ideals and the ability to write mega ultra good occasionally. Your move, Captain America.
It’s been a marathon week, and it’s not quite over yet. Spring Fling looms on the horizon, and it’s about 80 degrees outside. That makes it 50 degrees here in the library, but this place shuts down at 5 o’clock on Fridays, so I’ll be out of here and back in the sunshine soon enough. On the schedule for tonight are tapas at the Basque Market in Boise, and some deep sleep. Tomorrow, I’m hoping to go for a hike before returning to campus for a night of revelry. But, before that, here’s a look back at the week in photos.
The amount of homework I'm looking at right now is, to put it bluntly, terrifying. Within the next seven days, I need to write around 30 pages of material divided between four writing intensive classes (and another four pages the week after). This is on top of the regularly scheduled reading assignments for those classes, and a bunch of preparation for all my upcoming choir concerts. And it's not even Dead Week yet (that's the week before finals week, for the lucky ones who haven't experienced that special sort of stress).
In less than a week, I have a 15-page paper due in my 19th Century British Fiction class that, being worth a colossal 40% of my grade, is the factor that will decide what grade I get in that class. A couple months ago, I made a deal with myself that I would write two pages a week on that paper so that when it came to the due date, I wouldn’t be tearing my hair out and punching things in rage. You know how much I have written for that paper?
Nothing. Not a single word. I know, I’m a role model.
This time tomorrow, I’ll just have finished distributing name tags and pushpins to participants in the Student Research Conference, and will be getting ready to kick off the 9th annual SRC by introducing President Henberg. Then from noon on out, it’ll be all presentations, posters, and art exhibits.
1. “Marie Irvin as of 4/18” An email from myself. Whenever I have a long-term or large-scale project going, I’ll not only save documents to my computer, but will email myself copies too. This one happens to be on the Marie Irvin project I discussed here. This way, I figure that if I should ever drop my computer/leave it in the path of sprinkler/lose it, I won't lose my work.