Student Experience Blog: Events

The Week in Photos

It’s been a marathon week, and it’s not quite over yet. Spring Fling looms on the horizon, and it’s about 80 degrees outside. That makes it 50 degrees here in the library, but this place shuts down at 5 o’clock on Fridays, so I’ll be out of here and back in the sunshine soon enough. On the schedule for tonight are tapas at the Basque Market in Boise, and some deep sleep. Tomorrow, I’m hoping to go for a hike before returning to campus for a night of revelry.  But, before that, here’s a look back at the week in photos.

What Mr. Rochester Doesn't Know

The situation is this, readers:

In less than a week, I have a 15-page paper due in my 19th Century British Fiction class that, being worth a colossal 40% of my grade, is the factor that will decide what grade I get in that class. A couple months ago, I made a deal with myself that I would write two pages a week on that paper so that when it came to the due date, I wouldn’t be tearing my hair out and punching things in rage. You know how much I have written for that paper?

Nothing.  Not a single word. I know, I’m a role model.

The next 32 hours and beyond

This time tomorrow, I’ll just have finished distributing name tags and pushpins to participants in the Student Research Conference, and will be getting ready to kick off the 9th annual SRC by introducing President Henberg. Then from noon on out, it’ll be all presentations, posters, and art exhibits.

Time for another round of: What’s In My Inbox

1. “Marie Irvin as of 4/18” An email from myself. Whenever I have a long-term or large-scale project going, I’ll not only save documents to my computer, but will email myself copies too. This one happens to be on the Marie Irvin project I discussed here. This way, I figure that if I should ever drop my computer/leave it in the path of sprinkler/lose it, I won't lose my work.

Any Given Sunday

The poet Patches O’Houlihan once made the sage observation that if one can dodge a wrench, by extension he can also dodge a ball.

Sadly, readers, it took me crying my way through three years of middle school PE to learn that I cannot dodge a wrench or a ball. But it only took a quiet Sunday afternoon for me to discover that what I can dodge is water balloons simultaneously hurled at me by the swim team. So … there’s that.

Happy Room Draw! And may the odds be ever in your favor…

There is tension in the air. All the tributes…students stand with their numbers at the ready. From across the room, I make eye contact with my district partner…I mean roommate. The gong rings out and all the students converge on the cornucopia. Wait no, that’s not right. They converge on McCain – for the bloodbath. There is chaos – students yelling, screaming, fighting, doing whatever it takes to get to that last weapon. What? Oh, the last room.

Hold on a second? This isn’t the Hunger Games? Nope. It’s just room draw at C of I.

Sun + Spring = African Jazz

I had such an amazing time at the AFRO Jazz Festival. 

The AFRO Club was able to get a prominent speaker, Vincent Kituku, who just basically portrayed a typical conversation between an African elder and youngsters. He told us about his transition from Kenya to the U.S. and it was absolutely hilarious. Also, there was "the moral of the story" even in the smallest details that he shared with us and it reminded me how in the African culture, an elder will tell children stories so they can learn an important life lesson from it.

There Will Be Blood

Today’s blog comes to you in three parts, readers.

Part One, guess who saved a life today?

If you guessed me, you are so very wrong and should feel ridiculously foolish about your life and your choices.

Mid-Afternoon at the Museum

There’s something lurking in the eerie depths of Boone Hall, readers. A lot of somethings, actually. It’s not just your average, run-of-the-mill basement, where the only thing you have to fear is asbestos and whether or not the smell of mothballs washes off clothes. No. Here, lurking in the shadows are terrifying things like lions. And tigers. And I think even bears.

Oh my.

Gambling: It’s for the Children

Generally speaking, if there’s a fancy event on campus, it’s in the Langroise foyer and I’ll have done my best to be in attendance. Last night’s fancy event—Kappa Casino—happens to be an event that my sorority hosts. Kappa Casino is a fundraiser for our national philanthropy, Reading is Fundamental, and had local impact; the $1,600+ raised last night from poker buy-ins and raffle ticket sales will be used to buy books for kids at Lincoln and Van Buren Elementary.

But that’s just the end result of last night’s philanthropy event.

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