As I write this (this seems to be a common thing I say in my blogs, right?), It is 2:30 a.m. in Leh, Jammu and Kashmir, India. For those of you who actually bothered to read my previous blog posts/cared, I just came back from spending almost a month in Guwahati, working on my Davis Project for Peace. And now, from an area where the highest recorded precipitation in the world is a common occurrence, and it got so hot that 20 odd people died, I ended up here, in Leh.
I think the state of my room says a lot about how quickly this year has passed. I think back to move-in day all the way back in September, when my floor was spotless, my books all organized, and my backpack totally empty. Now, with only 15 days left of term (but who's counting?), my room is in a state of disarray. I step over discarded notebooks and papers on my way to my drawers, stuffed haphazardly with poorly folded clothes, flip over a few of those notebooks and papers to find a specific paper I need, and then get close to pulling a muscle trying to lift my backpack from my bed.
I think the number of school days left is inversely proportional to the number of events happening. With only three weekends remaining, everyone and everything is getting crammed in. Here’s a breakdown of this weekend:
Spring Discovery Day: This is for juniors and sophomores in high school to get their first introduction to C of I. There are roughly 160 visitors to the College today, and the ambassadors and admission staff are out in full force.
I don't remember if this happened near the end of fall term or at some time during winter term, but I remember loitering on the first floor of Anderson Hall one night, a few feet away from its lobby, sitting on the cold tile floor.. I was sitting across from a few friends of mine and directly next to someone I had just met that evening, a girl whose name I can't remember and who I haven't spoken with since. The conversation, which had previously revolved around tabletop gaming and the future of animation, eventually turned into a discussion of homework.
Friday night found me in downtown Boise at the city-sponsored Sesqui-shop. “Sesqui” is short for Sesquicentennial, and I’m thankful to the City of Boise for abbreviating that mouthful of a word. This year marks Boise’s 150th anniversary, and Boise’s Arts and History Department is putting on a year long party, with parts of it held in the Sesqui-shop.
So yesterday was every mathematician's favorite date: March 14th. To all my fellow non-math majors out there who might be confused as to the significance of this date, March 14th can be written as 3/14. This looks a lot like 3.14, which is about as many digits of Pi that most people remember. And if there's one thing that the students at Boone Hall hold close to their hearts, it's Pi. What better way to celebrate everyone's favorite irrational constant than to pig out on a food that's just a letter away?
I've been extraordinarily lucky this semester with the way my scheduling worked out. Through no conscious thought of my own, every one of the classes I scheduled falls in the afternoon. I didn't realize until the start of term that every Monday through Friday I could sleep in until noon if I so choosed. Unlike all semesters prior to this spring when I had early morning, 9 a.m. classes, I could finally sleep in without feeling guilty.
This semester I'm taking SOC-100, the introduction to Sociology class. This is another chance for me to sample one of The College's brand new professors before I leave. It's being taught by Dr. Scott Draper, and to my satisfaction we've already dived into the methodological staples of sociology.One of the assignments I'm currently writing up is a mini-quantitative study. We were asked to deal with a question regarding gender and being a Greek student, I found this an easy chance to answer some of my curiosities about my campus.