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.
That’s the sound my brain makes when it goes into panic mood. It’s a piercing, keening noise that sounds like a moose is being strangled so unsuccessfully, he’s trying to laugh about it. So…that’s kind of where I am emotionally right now.
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!
We’re a day away from Thanksgiving, and indications include the appearance of the “Pilgrim Panini” in the Caf and an abundance of canned food drives. The C of I Thanksgiving break is only a few days long, but it’s not too much of a downer, as we’re off for Christmas break just two weeks after Thanksgiving.
Welcome to the second installment of Dos and Don'ts, the monthly series in which I impart the wisdom I've gathered over 4 and a half semesters of college life to you, the reader. Don't worry, it's a lot more fun than it sounds.
I just realized that I forgot to post an update about my living arrangements! To those that kept up with the blog over the summer, you'll know that the Delt Haus had a fight with a grease fire and lost around the beginning of August. The rennovation process kept me out of the room I claimed for over a month, which meant I was still living at my parents' place during the start of Fall Term.
Because apparently I broke a mirror (or 20) in my youth, my return to campus yesterday was met with crisis.
After putting the finishing touches on my room, I was going over my schedule before classes resumed and my friend happened to notice something just a wee bit disconcerting, in regards to my Wednesdays. I have Intro to Film from 2:10-4:10…but my Poetry Workshop starts at 3:30.
After three carloads from Boise, I’m all moved into my apartment. I scored a spot in the two person Mustard apartments for the year, and am happily situated on the first floor. I moved in on Friday, and even after just a few days I’m reaping the benefits of Village living.
One of these benefits is still being on campus. McCain is less than a hundred meters from my patio, and I’m looking forward to being able to pick up my 12 oz chai on the way to class.
You guys. We have freshman on campus again. Like, tons of them. I'm not sure what the exact number is--I heard that there were around 130 moving into Anderson Hall alone--but there are A LOT of newborn Coyotes learning to navigate this campus of ours.