Ikea: it’s the ultimate labyrinth of our time, minus the Minotaur. Boise may not be big enough to merit its own Ikea, but it’s an easy, not too-long drive from Salt Lake City, so my parents and I went down for the weekend and stayed in nearby Park City. I happily spent a few hours lost in the giant maze on a quest to equip my dorm room with inexpensive Swedish goods. One rug, lamp, mirror, pot, pan, collider, spoon, curtain rod, and curtain set later, my parents and I emerged relatively unscathed.
One of the constant things I've found myself pondering across college life is the question of "home": how we create it, and where we find it. Over the past week, I've been lending my sunburned body to both friends and family to the familiar game of hauling boxes, hurdling truck-beds, and the highs-and-lows of jamming furniture inside unyielding doorframes. I like offering to help; you get to share in some of the satisfaction that arises from structuring a place where people live.
Finney happens to have total kick-a ResLife staff (RA’s, Hall directors, etc). We are always indulging in their latest hall-programs and fun activities. I am always so impressed with their creativity and reliability. You go, Glen CoCo. I mean team. Thanks for making dorm life so memorable!
Picture: Case in Point! We have a hall program for Valentine’s Day—it doesn’t get cuter than that! <3
Yesterday was the first (best) day of snow this winter! (There were one or two other days where it snowed, but it never lasted very long.) I was stoked. Actually, sometimes I’m pretty 50/50 about the whole snow thing.
My parents are pastors. So even while still in my mommy’s belly, I was making tamales. Every year the church would make tamales to help raise funds and I would always help. As a small child I learned how to use a spoon to spread masa on dozens of tamales. We would make up to 250 tamales every time. Over the years my tamale skills improved and I was spouting up to three tma (tamales a minute)! I learned how to fill tamales with the meat and how to cook them. Recently before coming to the College of Idaho I learned how to make the masa.
My third winter at The College of Idaho. I’ve returned with the rest of my classmates to our academic home. I’ve been fortunate in my life to have many uneventful Christmases and this year was one of them. I spent the majority of the break recuperating and cooking leisurely meals with friends at the Haus before returning home, and then after a short road-trip to Washington, I returned on New Years Eve.
I’m not sure if it’s because of the desserts in the Caf or the working heater in my dorm room, but I am stoked to be back at school for Winter Term. I feel like I’m not the only one – the mood around campus seems cheerful and optimistic as students walk to class with new school supplies in tow and hug it out after being away from each other for three weeks. The holiday season was just what we needed to feel rejuvenated after a long fall term.
As the days get shorter, and the air grows colder, school can get rather taxing. Getting out of bed in time for an 8 a.m. chemistry lab three days a week, I can tell you, is almost equivalent to death. I have compiled a list of a few ways to keep warm this winter. They are tips I seem to live by, and would encourage others to do the same:
Whew! I'm glad that’s over. You know what I’m talking about: Midterm week. That was intense! Yes, I am sure many of my fellow bloggers have stated otherwise (no offense to them; I love them dearly), but I am a dramatic freshman; and for me it was a very intense, stressful, midterm week.