I've always said that if you're bored at The College of Idaho, you're probably living under the bed of your dorm room. There is always something exciting happening on the campus, and even though it's sometimes as simple as hanging out with friends and doing homework, there are also times like today where you can casually walk across campus to catch a performance of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.
One of the many benefits of a liberal arts education is how well rounded of an individual you become. As I'm sure most readers know by now, the PEAK program is unique even among liberal arts institutions; not only are students undertaking a major course of study, they are also enrolled in three minors, all of which are in different fields.
I woke up today and realized that Spring Break was technically over. And then, appropriately enough, it began raining outside. The house was quiet, oddly enough -- my parents had gone out to lunch somewhere fancy and my older brother was cloistered in his room, as is his custom. With not much else to do, I sat down next to our lovable chihuahua, Blu, on the landing of the stairs. Together, we watched the rain splash onto the windows, everything silent save for our breathing and the pitter-patter sounds of Rain on Rooftop, the symphony Beethoven never had a chance to write.
Good morning/afternoon/evening/night, readers! It is, in fact, morning here in Boise and I am taking a break from being a hard-hitting journalist to write to you, because I had something to say that was too important to wait until I made it back to school. Not only is March Fourth the only day of the year that can be read as a full sentence, it also is this blogger’s birthday. So, in honor of me being 20 years old today, I will be answering 20 questions relating to life, love, and the pursuit of a college education. Now, let us march forth to greatness!
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.
It’s January 1st here, readers. That’s right: 2014.
In case you want some perspective on that, 2014 means that it has been 10 whole years since Facebook launched, 9 years since Lance Armstrong won his 7th Tour de France title (read: “won”) and 8 years since High School Musical came out (don’t act like you are too cool to care about that, readers. There are only two kinds of people in the world: people who can sing along with at least one High School Musical song, and liars.).
A lot has happened since my last blog post. First off, I took my finals and fall term has ended. Finals where as hard as I expected and I felt I had studied enough, and I was fortunate enough to not have to pull an all-nighter. When I got my grades last week, I found out I had done even better than what I had been hoping for.
I have realized that people will often attack your identity first to get to you and not only is this demeaning but it can deter one from achieving his or her purpose. They will doubt you and ask you questions that will end up causing you to ask yourself questions about whether you are worth anything. You are alive for a purpose, so of course you are worthy. Many times, I have sat down to think about who I really am, my roots, my achievements, my experiences, and right there, that is where I found my identity.
Last week when I was home for fall break has really made it feel like fall. Fall is an interesting season because everything is dying, but it’s beautiful. I love fall. All the beautiful colors of the leaves, the smell that invades everything, drinking hot tea and cocoa, and finally getting to wear boots and sweaters.