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.
Only 6 days until I move back in! I’m so excited. I think my new roommate Katherine and I will have a great time, and I’ve been planning so that our dorm will look AWESOME next year. I’m living in Simplot, which should be great. I’m very happy that it’s close to the dining hall (though that won’t help me in keeping the Freshman Fifteen…or maybe the Sophomore Sixteen away). I am a little worried about getting lost inside because it’s a maze in there. But I’m sure I will learn my way around quickly. I’m going to be on the third floor again, which I am so happy about.
Roommates: one of college’s most quintessential adventures. For some, sharing a room with another human person is old hat. Others, like yours truly, are accustomed to their solitude so the idea of suddenly having someone just there, occupying the same living space as you is kind of/sort of/absolutely terrifying.
So as I sit here in the heat of summer, soaking in the sun from the day rafting the river, I realize I only have 25 days left in Bend. It hit me that it will be two and a half months before I come home again, and I had a little bit of a heart attack.
I love where I live. I have traveled a bit, but never longer than 6 weeks away from Bend. But then I thought about how much I need this.
Even though I’m headed into my junior year of college, the call of school supplies still draws me in. Anymore though it doesn’t stop at the requisite paper, pencils, and binders. Instead, my shopping list has kept on expanding with the years.
Before my freshman year, I was all about finding the perfect duvet cover for my double in Simplot. Before my sophomore year, I made a pilgrimage to Ikea for a rug and curtains to cover the open closets in my Anderson single. This year, I’m shopping to fill up the two-person Village apartment I’ll be sharing with my roommate Katharine.
Other than finals weeks, I don't think I've seen my fellow Yotes more stressed out than during the week of Room Draw. Everywhere I went last week, I would run into someone frantically fretting over the number they had been assigned, worrying that their previous residential plans would now be undermined by sheer luck (or unluck) of the draw. Combined with the fact that the number of single rooms has dwindled since last year in preparation for the large incoming freshman class, my fellow sophomores seemed afraid for their futures, even moreso than I did during registration last semester.
Between Bowling Night, Elections, a math test, absolutely gorgeous weather, and a track meet, the first week back from Spring Break has been kind of a whirlwind. Between all of that, though, was my second favorite holiday of the year (trumphed only by Thanksgiving): April Fool's Day.
After a week of slogging through midterms, it’s spring break and I’m back at home in Boise to spend the week with my furry friends. The crazy thing about spring break is that it means six weeks have already gone by, and there’s only six left before the summer. That’s a little too fast for my taste.