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.
No accomplishment can compare to that of a Saturday well spent.
Saturdays, I put aside all books and assignments, forget to-do lists, and banish learning and all other scholarly activities. Those are all things to worry about some other time…like Sunday. I had a fantastic Saturday, so, readers, join me as I take a walk down memory lane remembering all the wonderful times I had less than 48 hours ago. Ah, yes, the good ol’ days.
A month into school and I'm surviving. Well, honestly I am more than surviving, I'm loving it. I've made some great friends already and my classes are great.
I love the fact that there is no excuse for being unprepaired other than not managing your time. I also like how pretty much everything I have to do is in a 500-yard radius. It makes it seem like I can do a lot more in my day because I don't have to drive across town for every activity I do. I miss my family quite a bit, but I'm staying busy enough to keep from beeing homesick.
I never got much into Homecoming activities back when I was in high school. Back then, all of it felt so artificial, what with all the ridiculous themes that felt like they were pulled from a hat of dumb ideas, predictable popularity contests, and pep rallies the student body was forced to attend. Of course, college is different from high school in a great variety of ways, and Homecoming is no exception. And I might be a tiny bit biased in my assessment, but I think College of Idaho does Homecoming better than anywhere else.