Like I mentioned back in my first post, I've been spending the majority of my summer working at Marshalls. If you've never had the pleasure of dropping in, think of it as a kind of classier mix between Ross and Savers. We've got clothes, we've got cookware, we've got a little of everything--all for 20%-60% off, all day, every day. It's a pretty sweet deal if you're looking for quality merchandise without having to sell a kidney or a lung, especially if you're in the market for some new shoes.
I’ve been getting advice about college since the weeks leading up to my high school graduation. A lot of advice. I've yet to experience any of it, but here are some of the most common and most interesting things I’ve heard from wise minds:
"We're cleaning out all the closets on Friday," my father proclaimed one evening last week. And when he said all the closets, he was including mine, and there was no way I was getting out of it. Talking my father out of anything when he gets an idea in his head is nigh impossible, and I wasn't about to attempt to do so now. I wasn't looking forward to the task of sifting through whatever lurked inside a storage space I hadn't thoroughly cleaned in years, especially since I knew I had work later on in the day...but as it turns out, father really does know best.
You know how Lao-tzu said "The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step"? Well, the journey of a student experience blogger here at The College of Idaho is kind of like that, since our journeys start with a single introductory post. Sure, such a post might not be anywhere close to as deep or complex as ancient Chinese philosophy, but come on, a guy can dream, can't he?
So as previously promised, here is an explanation on why I have been going off the deep end and have been posting photos of rocks and rabbits. I could just explain it in a line, or I could do it in a drawn out manner, allowing me to prove my prowess with the English language. The second method it is gonna be.
Looking back on my last two years at The College of Idaho, I feel a lot of gratitude. Not only do we have a beautiful, active, friendly campus, we also have an incredibly safe campus. Never once have I felt threatened or scared, or remotely in danger, which is pretty unbelievable considering I’m skipping through what is considered the city of Caldwell. But really, The College of Idaho has done a wonderful job in putting up some seemingly magic, invisible walls which protect the campus from all sorts of funky danger stuff.
Things are going smoothly for the most part. It's the middle of week 3 of Spring term. One of the more defining aspects of this term for me is the fact that I'm not enrolled in one of my classes. As a student, that is. This term I'm serving as an aide to Professor Minear, chair of the psychology department and a teacher who I can say is one of my largest mentors on the campus.
In studying Elementary Education, I learn many different classroom strategies and management styles. However, one thing that stands out to me is a method called Tribes, in which students learn in a classroom that focuses on human growth and learning, with an emphasis on creating a positive learning community.
I like snow. I don’t like the after-product, which more often than not translates into monster puddles. We had our first real day of snow at The College last week, and to the amusement of the students, the Finney Fun Run occurred as usual. Although I had planned on staying on the sidelines this year, I ended up running for the second time, braving the winter cold in little more than a pirate hat.