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.
C of I is known far and wide for having intelligent and multi-talented students, but did you know that Yotes are extrordinarily good-looking as well?
Mr. CASAnova is a man-pageant, which showcases the dashing good looks you see around campus. Ten extremely talented men shed their inhibitions (and the occassional shirt) to raise money for a great and very worthy cause, CASA (Court Appointed Special Advocates). They dressed as sea creatures, they danced, they rapped, they played guitar, piano, and slammed some poetry. They really put themselves on display.
New York City is without a doubt the largest city I've ever set foot in--likely the largest city I ever will step foot in. The name alone should be enough of a clue to how massive this place is: New York, New York. The city that never sleeps. A city so huge, they had to name it twice. From the moment we were bused from LaGuardia Airport to our hotel on 57th and 7th, everything was just so much bigger than Idaho. Bigger crowds. Much taller buildings. More activity.
So yesterday was every mathematician's favorite date: March 14th. To all my fellow non-math majors out there who might be confused as to the significance of this date, March 14th can be written as 3/14. This looks a lot like 3.14, which is about as many digits of Pi that most people remember. And if there's one thing that the students at Boone Hall hold close to their hearts, it's Pi. What better way to celebrate everyone's favorite irrational constant than to pig out on a food that's just a letter away?
This morning, I woke up and realized I’d lost an hour of my life. Not in the sense that I’d wasted a precious hour sleeping in when I should have been out seizing the day, but because today is the unkind part of daylight savings time. I’m happy enough to have my phone set itself an hour back in the fall, but it’s hard to give up that hour in the spring. Mostly because it’s just about three o’clock in the afternoon and I’ve still got an essay to write, an essay to revise, a case study to read, and some French to knock out.
This semester I'm taking SOC-100, the introduction to Sociology class. This is another chance for me to sample one of The College's brand new professors before I leave. It's being taught by Dr. Scott Draper, and to my satisfaction we've already dived into the methodological staples of sociology.One of the assignments I'm currently writing up is a mini-quantitative study. We were asked to deal with a question regarding gender and being a Greek student, I found this an easy chance to answer some of my curiosities about my campus.
I suppose it shouldn't have surprised me that much, but upon my return to C of I after a delightful Thanksgiving Break, I found a stocking hanging on my dorm room door. And this wasn't a mini stocking fit for a newborn--this was a legitimate stocking, ready for Santa to stuff with lots of toys and goodies. It even had my name on it. One of my suitemates was thoughtful enough to have prepared stockings for everyone in the group, encouraging us to leave small gifts in each one before we close for the Holiday Break three weeks from now.