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.
Dear Yoties -- Boise may not have the art scene of LA, New York, or Paris. But that’s not to say we’re an artistic desert. If you want evidence that Boise’s sense of culture is alive and well, all you need to do is head downtown on the first Thursday of each month.
One of the things that I like about spending summer here in Caldwell is that fact that I am answerable to no one, but myself. Normally, this kind of a situation would lead to wild shenanigans and escapades that would rival those fictionalised on the silver screen. However, being a UWC (United World Colleges) alumni, and now studying here at C of I, I have pretty much lived on my own for the last four years. I like to think that I am much more sedate now, and most of my activities are more productive.
In January, I discovered a new passion. I bought a membership to the Caldwell YMCA, which is about a mile from campus, and found that I loved going to the group exercise classes. I kept coming back for one in particular - a Cycling class at 10:15 a.m. on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. The instructor, Ann, was fun, energetic and very motivating. She played a variety music that suited everyone's taste. I quickly noticed that she had a consistent group of regulars who would attend each of her classes - and I soon became one of them.
"How does Chinden Blvd. look so well kept?" you may ask... Well, your RA's clean it up, of course! Three times a year, the trusty College of Idaho Residence Life staff put on their neon armour and gloves to conquer the trash that is littered along a section of Chinden Blvd. here in Caldwell.