Even though the weather is cold and grey enough to turn everyone at C of I into the most sluggish of reptiles, giving up movement and energy is something no one can afford to do just now. Though we hit the midpoint mark of the semester a while ago, now is the time that professors are reminding us that there are still half the semester’s points left to earn, and the tests and assignments are piling up to prove it.
I've lost count of how many times I've been mistaken for a music major because of how much time I devote to the various choirs found on campus. I suppose I can't blame them, seeing as I'm literally in every single choir the college offers, measuring out to at least one hour of rehearsals every Monday through Friday. That's a lot of free time to anything, let alone something completely outside your major.
Dancing is not something I’m really good at. I’m not very coordinated, maybe that’s why I’m a runner. I’ve always admired dancers, though, and have always wanted to learn how to dance. You never know when being good at dancing will come in handy. Also, it feels like it’s been a really long time since I’ve learned anything completely new. Most things I’ve learned in recent years have just been an elaboration of something I already know how to do...like read.
The life of a college student can be hectic. Alarm clocks, piles of homework, keeping social lives from ruining academic lives--it's a delicate balancing act which can end up being particularly stressful if you start losing your footing. I handled it all pretty well last year, but I already know this year is going to be slightly different. I've picked up quite a few more activities in the past week alone than i ever expected I'd be doing when I was a freshman. If I was on a balance beam before, I must be on a tightwire now.
Well. I made it. It's almost been four years since I unboxed all my stuff on the first floor of Hayman.
It's really not something I've thought about until this week. Being a student, I sometimes just get caught up living semester to semester. But now it's really hit me that I'm down to only two. I'm a procrastinator by nature, so actually being forced to sit down and ask "where am I going to be this time next year?" is a pretty daunting question that I'll have to answer soon. But that can wait.
In my last post, I mentioned that I write for C of I’s student newspaper, The Coyote. Our Editor in Chief, Danielle Blenker, landed a summer internship in Boston with Charlesbridge Publishing. And it just so happens that she’s chronicling it via her own blog, defyinggravityboston.blogspot.com. Check it out—you already know she has to be a good writer.
NOTE: Danielle took this photo of some of the books she read in preparation for her internship.
The only one. It's pretty much packed, all the clothes I'll be wearing, the daypack that I'll be using to walk around with. Almost all of my clothes are synthetic so I could wash them in a river if I needed to. We got our itinerary for our trip this week. It's crazy to see our journey mapped out, and today I've never felt so excited. I just have to order a book that I plan on reading while I'm over there. Otherwise I'm set.
Things are going smoothly for the most part. It's the middle of week 3 of Spring term. One of the more defining aspects of this term for me is the fact that I'm not enrolled in one of my classes. As a student, that is. This term I'm serving as an aide to Professor Minear, chair of the psychology department and a teacher who I can say is one of my largest mentors on the campus.
Certain moments leave a tremendous impact on your life that forever change the way you perceive the world.
For me this event occurred during Winter Break. Winter Break is an amazing time of year C of I students are blessed with that many other schools do not have. Therefore, when you are visiting your friends from other schools during Winter Break you can rub it in their face! :)
I like snow. I don’t like the after-product, which more often than not translates into monster puddles. We had our first real day of snow at The College last week, and to the amusement of the students, the Finney Fun Run occurred as usual. Although I had planned on staying on the sidelines this year, I ended up running for the second time, braving the winter cold in little more than a pirate hat.