November has really been plugging along, hasn’t it? All the weeks since the end of fall break seem to have passed by at a breakneck, Usain Bolt-like pace, to the point that Thanksgiving is less than a week away. Every day in my classes after I write the day’s date at the top of my notes, I always just stare at that steadily increasing number, as if glaring at it hard enough would magically shift the month back a week.
The hottest topic right now with the International Student Organization is the annual Cultural Show. This is the biggest event that the ISO hosts and the preparations for it this year are absolutely incredible.
It’s only early November, but holiday indicators are starting to show up. Albertson’s has Christmas candy out, I have holiday themed soap in my bathroom, and Bon Appétit has sent out its advertisement about buying holiday pies. This afternoon, I’ll be helping put up one more indicator of the impending Christmas season, with the Giving Tree.
Music has always been a big part of my life. I’ve been singing practically since I could talk, and I play the piano as well. Music has always been an escape for me, a way to express my feelings, a stress reliever. So I am extremely happy that I get to be a part of the wonderful Chorale here at C of I.
I never got much into Homecoming activities back when I was in high school. Back then, all of it felt so artificial, what with all the ridiculous themes that felt like they were pulled from a hat of dumb ideas, predictable popularity contests, and pep rallies the student body was forced to attend. Of course, college is different from high school in a great variety of ways, and Homecoming is no exception. And I might be a tiny bit biased in my assessment, but I think College of Idaho does Homecoming better than anywhere else.
When time travel finally becomes real, the very first thing I am going to do is prevent twerking from becoming a thing. But, the second thing I am absolutely going to do is run in on the day of my birth, right before my parents hold me up to the viewing public (Lion King style) and announce my name, to tell them that the name they just came up with for their baby girl is bad and that they should feel bad. And ashamed.
Did you see a lot of black-clothed people – some with glow sticks, some without – running around campus on Saturday night? Do you, perhaps live in Anderson and had some of those same black-clothed people pound on your door? If so, you witnessed Fugitive, an awesome experience that the Campus Ministries puts on. Fugitive is a game where there are cops and fugitives, and the fugitives had to get from point A to point B without getting caught by the cops.
Aside from a torrent of Facebook posts about people trickling back into Caldwell, another sure sign of impending return is the coming and going of the first Coyote deadline.
Wednesday morning was the deadline appointed by our new Editor in Chief, Skylar Barsanti. Skylar happens to be one of my sorority sisters, as well as a London compatriot, and I’m excited to see where she takes the paper this year.
We’re in the midst of dead week, and the temperatures are now in the perfect range to induce lethargy. Unfortunately, the library is the place to be instead, and all my regular study spots are being stolen by last-minute paper-writers. Alas and alack.
I think the state of my room says a lot about how quickly this year has passed. I think back to move-in day all the way back in September, when my floor was spotless, my books all organized, and my backpack totally empty. Now, with only 15 days left of term (but who's counting?), my room is in a state of disarray. I step over discarded notebooks and papers on my way to my drawers, stuffed haphazardly with poorly folded clothes, flip over a few of those notebooks and papers to find a specific paper I need, and then get close to pulling a muscle trying to lift my backpack from my bed.