Between plays, athletic events, club events, planetarium shows, classes, practice, delicious food, some of the nicest people you’ll ever meet, and homework, there is so much going on that there isn’t much reason to leave campus.
Every once in awhile, it is good to get off campus and explore everything that there is to do in Boise and the surrounding area. There is a lot to do. This Saturday, it was an unbelievably gorgeous 60 degrees and sunny. By early afternoon, it was obvious that it was just too nice to spend the day anywhere but outside.
Winter break is always a great time for snuggling and relaxing before the onset of spring semester. I spent most of my break just hanging out and getting some down time, watching Downton Abbey and reading The Hobbit. But I also signed up for the Outdoor Program’s Yurt Trip, which was held at the yurt at Bogus Basin.
Between Christmas break, my London trip, and winter break, I haven’t been in real school for about two months. But that’s about to change—on Monday I’ll start in on 16 credits and pick up my other responsibilities again.
I’ve been elected as the vice president-standards for my sorority, which is about the equivalent of being chief justice of Judicial Board, but specifically for the C of I KKGs. Starting on Tuesday, I’ll start back up with Ambassador Council, so I’ll be marching around campus in a purple polo shirt with prospective students in tow.
For better or for worse, one of Caldwell's major landmarks is a large electronic billboard managed by the estate of a Mr. Ralph Smeed. Smeed was an Idaho businessman, and a College of Idaho alumnus. After passing away in 2010, his most visible legacy remains the massive message board that continues to "amuse, tantalize, and provoke the citizens of Caldwell and SW Idaho."
This morning, this lovely group of fourteen people and one super cute dog got out of bed early enough to be on the way to Boise by 9:30. This is pretty early, for a Saturday at least.
We parked at the old Penitentiary and hiked up a dirt trail that wound its way up hills covered in delicate dry yellow grass and rough scrub brush under a heavy gray sky. It was just barely drizzling and pretty windy, but surprisingly warm today.
Navigation has never been my strong suit. Among all my friends and family, I'm the last person you ask for directions or looking at maps. I'm notorious for ending up at Point F when I'd rather be at Point B--I'm still reminded by a few close friends of mine of the time I ended up at the Boise airport in an attempt to return home after Christmas shopping. Freeways and street names just confuse me, and I'm not ashamed at all to say that without my GPS, I'd likely end up in Canada somehow.
The transition from summer to fall always seems to catch me off guard in Idaho. I seem to have no time to say goodbye to the nice, warm sunny days before I am surrounded by the October chill. The days are getting shorter and my 8 a.m. class is becoming harder and harder to wake up for.
I’m not usually a person who gets scared easily. I don’t like scary movies because I think they’re predictable, and would much rather watch something funny. Taste in movies aside, I love corn mazes, and haunted houses, and the price “free.” I’m sure that I COULD keep my cool in terrifying situations, but it’s much more fun to let myself get caught up in the mood and just get scared. Which is what I did tonight at Haunted World.
Today, I walked out of Hayman to get some lunch, and saw that the sidewalk was wet like it usually is when the sprinklers have just been on. Because of all the recent smoke, I didn’t think twice about the gray sky. But I noticed something was different about today. Unlike when the sprinklers are on, EVERYTHING was wet: Real. Life. Rain. Wet grass, and the unmistakable fragrance of the first rain in a long time.