Music has always been a big part of my life. I’ve been singing practically since I could talk, and I play the piano as well. Music has always been an escape for me, a way to express my feelings, a stress reliever. So I am extremely happy that I get to be a part of the wonderful Chorale here at C of I.
Sorry for not having posted in a while, readers! A combination of midterms, major papers, and choir concert preparation left me with little to write about other than how stressed I was feeling, and putting it down into words probably would have just reinforced that stress. But now it's Fall Break, a time of respite from all the tests, readings and extra activities, and a time to sit back and unwind for a week without having to worry about classes.
Tuesday night, I tried to go to a play reading in Langroise. But as occasionally happens, there actually was no play reading on Tuesday. There were however, sabbatical presentations across the way in Jewett that made for a good substitute.
If you happen to be strolling through campus this week and you happen across the odd napping junior, crying freshman, sophomore in the fetal position, or senior in riot gear, fear not! It just happens to be mid-term week and such sights are normal, if not expected.
I have two papers due this week, three tests to study for, a poem to write, and some Shakespeare sonnets to dissect. Simply put, readers, please do not let my calm exterior fool you. Internally, I am a veritable “crazy hot mess” soup on the verge of boiling over.
Meet my constant companion: the Shoe Bag. I spend more time with this bag than any one person in my life. It goes everywhere I go. I’m probably most identifiable on campus as that person who carries a bag with a giant retro Nike shoe on it. I can’t not carry the shoe bag, even when it makes for some pretty weird outfits. For instance, I am currently wearing a wool pencil skirt, grey silk blouse, and a knee length black dress coat. But the Shoe Bag still gets to come along because it’s so unbelievably functional.
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.