After a week of slogging through midterms, it’s spring break and I’m back at home in Boise to spend the week with my furry friends. The crazy thing about spring break is that it means six weeks have already gone by, and there’s only six left before the summer. That’s a little too fast for my taste.
You are exactly the person I hoped would read this, because I know that you have a fantastic repertoire of dance moves. And are a great listener with an even better sense of humor. Plus your hair looks fantastic today.
Even if those compliments seem generic, they are true, and hopefully they reminded you that you love compliments. Everyone does.
I may be 20 years old, but apparently that doesn’t mean that I can’t jump on trampolines. And on Saturday, a group of other similarly aged C of I students and I proved that being legal adults doesn’t have to be a barrier to trampoline-fun. As part of our Student Ambassador retreat, we went to JumpTime, which is essentially a building full of giant trampolines and little kid birthday parties.
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?
The sun is coming out, coats are coming off and daylight savings has kicked in. You know what this means? It means that spring in almost upon us.
From looking at the weather this week, it would seem to be approaching at a rapid rate and I am so very glad. I love warm weather, I love the feeling of the sun on my back and I love to see the world around me come into bloom.
This morning, I woke up and realized I’d lost an hour of my life. Not in the sense that I’d wasted a precious hour sleeping in when I should have been out seizing the day, but because today is the unkind part of daylight savings time. I’m happy enough to have my phone set itself an hour back in the fall, but it’s hard to give up that hour in the spring. Mostly because it’s just about three o’clock in the afternoon and I’ve still got an essay to write, an essay to revise, a case study to read, and some French to knock out.
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.
Yesterday was a jam-packed day, and not necessarily in the sense of school work. Sure, there were about ten school related items on my to-do list, but sometimes the rest of college life beckons and I’ve got to answer.
It has begun, the last semester of my undergraduate life. It is a scary thought, a very scary thought. So scary in fact that I do not want to think about it. Not one little bit. What will I do after college, I have no idea. And that in itself is also quite scary. So for now I am not going to focus on that, instead I will attempt to focus on the scary pile of homework, which I will have to get through tonight.
Sunday is always homework day for me. I get a late breakfast, wrap up a pastry or two into a napkin, run back to my room to pack up my bag and then head over to KAIC to get down to business. Today that means editing my friend’s personal statement for a summer internship application, reading act one of The Merchant of Venice, reading a case study for economic development in Pakistan and Bangladesh, and maybe some French online homework. It’s a pretty light homework weekend, which is fairly unusual at C of I, so I’m savoring it.