Considering that I've been around the proverbial collegiate block a few times, I figure now is as good a time as any to start letting you delightful readers in on some things I've learned outside of the classroom. Welcome to Dos and Don'ts, the first of a series I'll be doing once each month in which I do exactly what it says on the tin: giving you advice on things you should and shouldn't do on a certain subject. We'll get started with something that I learned to quickly become proficient in--the dying art of successful study time.
So I have been in a slightly rough time with my campus blog. You see, normally, I would post about something cool I did the last couple of weeks, and that would be it. So come the start of September, I was all like, let's do this. But then I realised I actually did not have anything to blog about. Sure, I could talk about how my flight was, or some of that boring stuff, but I am a firm believer in the fact that if something is worth doing, it's worth doing well. So I waited. And then suddenly I was doing cool stuff.
After a long week of recruitment, I’m back on the quiet floor of the library. By the way, if you saw my post last week about formal recruitment, and then wondered where it went, I had to take it down after being abruptly informed that it was considered a violation of recruitment rules, as it constituted undue contact with potential members.
Washington, D.C. is the most powerful city in the world. For two hundred years it has been a destination for those who want to make a difference in the world. The history you read about in textbooks, the debates you watch on the news – it all happens here.
Last year, I was approached by Dr. Islam, the chair of our English department with an opportunity to help out at our Academic Support Center (ASC) as a writing tutor. At the time, I was a student in her Advanced Fiction Writing Workshop, stressing out somewhat over the lengthy draft of the short story I owed her, extremely honored that she thought I would be a good fit.
I finally have a moment of peace where I can just sit down and update my blog post. From move in to my first two days of classes, it's been a pretty crazy week. I can't believe that only a week ago I was moving it, it feels so much longer, in a good way that is.
Classes have officially started here at C of I, and with them new beginnings. Granted, I hadn't expected one of those new beginnings to involve hairifying amounts of mustache puns, but I'm sure I'll shaver the experience nonetheless.
Because apparently I broke a mirror (or 20) in my youth, my return to campus yesterday was met with crisis.
After putting the finishing touches on my room, I was going over my schedule before classes resumed and my friend happened to notice something just a wee bit disconcerting, in regards to my Wednesdays. I have Intro to Film from 2:10-4:10…but my Poetry Workshop starts at 3:30.
Around this time last year, the end of summer seemed to be ending on solid ground. My future was comfortably set in stone; no last minute changes of plan were on any horizon. I had my books, I had many of my things packed, I knew when I would be moving back to campus and who I would see when I got there, and I even had a good, end of summer hangout session planned with my closest local friends. But this year, with only a couple more weeks before fall classes start, I feel like I'm in a state of flux.
I have wanted to go to France, and especially Paris, for as long as I can remember. I read the Madeline books when I was little and fell in love. I took French classes and learned the language and the culture. I read books about Paris. I hosted a French exchange student. And this summer, I finally got to go.