So this might seem like a shameless plug. Because it is. As some of you might have cottoned on by my previous posts, I am in a fraternity. It is called Delta Tau Delta. It is a cool group of guys from all over the world. Yes, the world. We have had brothers in the chapter from all sorts of places. Kuna, Meridian, Germany, Boise, Palestine, Mexico, Caldwell, India. It's pretty diverse. We are pretty smart. Last term, on the average we got a 3.5 GPA.
The sun came out and it’s finally well above freezing! No more frozen eyelashes during morning workouts. Spring really is in the air, and even though I’m only one hectic week in, I have the feeling Spring Term is going to be the best term yet this year.
I made a few last minute schedule changes, but I ended up with a fantastic schedule. It’s much more efficient this term, my classes fit with practice perfectly, and breaks during the day are long enough to be productive.
It’s been a good first week back. I’ve been doing a lot of reading; I’m 262 pages into The Life of Charlotte Bronte, and 181 pages into First, Do No Harm. These books are for my lit class on the Bronte sisters and for Bioethics, respectively. Aside from those two, I’ve had passages from Plato, Aristotle, Virgil, and Ovid for my Money in Literature class, plus a chapter or two from my Economic Development text. So far, the only class I have not been assigned reading is French, which is a relief, seeing as my French vocabulary is very much that of a one semester student.
Winter break is always a great time for snuggling and relaxing before the onset of spring semester. I spent most of my break just hanging out and getting some down time, watching Downton Abbey and reading The Hobbit. But I also signed up for the Outdoor Program’s Yurt Trip, which was held at the yurt at Bogus Basin.
I've heard a lot about the coagulative properties of the Family Dinner: families who sit down and eat dinner and talk about their day together are supposed to be better off than families who eat in front of the TV. I remember posters in middle school touting that "Famlies that Eat Together, Stay Together."
This is my second Winter Term on The College of Idaho campus, so I naively figured going into this January that I'd learned all the most important lessons about this accelerated 4-week period. Then I got back the first day and reminded myself of one very important thing: at C of I, if you're not learning something new or experencing new things every day, then you're doing something very wrong. Just because Winter Term is short doesn't mean there's nothing to be gained from it.
Coming home from school is a weird experience. It’s like flipping a switch between two separate lives. I fit back into my old life like sliding in the last piece to a puzzle. I saw almost everyone I wanted to see over Christmas break, and even though it's been months since I’ve seen them, I felt like it hadn’t been more than a week. There were a few things that had changed, and a few people too, which is mildly disappointing in a way that I can’t quite describe.
I survived my finals, but there was a moment at about 11:45 on Tuesday night of finals week when I wasn't so sure I would. I was sitting at the round table by the front door in Blatchley, studying chemistry. I was alone. Being alone was by my own design: I wanted a quiet, empty space to study. I got to Blatchley at about 9 that night, my third night in a row, but this was the first night that I had it all to myself. At least I thought I had it all to myself ... (DUN DUN DUUNNNNN).
So the break has been a relief. After plowing through more then a hundred books in three months, on topics ranging from rascism in ethnographic imagery to the role of the metropolis as a tool for crosscultural alienation, I was starved for simpler pleasures.
So I had a few projects I had set up for the break.
I took care of the chickens and took down the greenhouse I had constructed. As with most DIY things, the greenhouse worked, but was a eyesore. But, you learn with each passing movement.