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.
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.