1. “Marie Irvin as of 4/18” An email from myself. Whenever I have a long-term or large-scale project going, I’ll not only save documents to my computer, but will email myself copies too. This one happens to be on the Marie Irvin project I discussed here. This way, I figure that if I should ever drop my computer/leave it in the path of sprinkler/lose it, I won't lose my work.
I remember when I first got to The College of Idaho and I could not bring myself to ask or answer questions in class. I actually feel a little silly thinking about it now BUT it happened. Had I known how supportive faculty members at the C of I are to students, I would have just gone for it.
I've always said that if you're bored at The College of Idaho, you're probably living under the bed of your dorm room. There is always something exciting happening on the campus, and even though it's sometimes as simple as hanging out with friends and doing homework, there are also times like today where you can casually walk across campus to catch a performance of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.
The poet Patches O’Houlihan once made the sage observation that if one can dodge a wrench, by extension he can also dodge a ball.
Sadly, readers, it took me crying my way through three years of middle school PE to learn that I cannot dodge a wrench or a ball. But it only took a quiet Sunday afternoon for me to discover that what I can dodge is water balloons simultaneously hurled at me by the swim team. So … there’s that.
Everyday when I get up, one of the first things I do is check my email. Yesterday, among the usual barrage of J Crew sale announcements and other junk was an email titled “Study Abroad,” sent from the Irish American Scholars Programme 2014-15. That’s an email I’ve been waiting for since early March, when I sent in my acceptance of a spot at Queen’s University in Belfast for the fall.
There is tension in the air. All the tributes…students stand with their numbers at the ready. From across the room, I make eye contact with my district partner…I mean roommate. The gong rings out and all the students converge on the cornucopia. Wait no, that’s not right. They converge on McCain – for the bloodbath. There is chaos – students yelling, screaming, fighting, doing whatever it takes to get to that last weapon. What? Oh, the last room.
Hold on a second? This isn’t the Hunger Games? Nope. It’s just room draw at C of I.
One of the many benefits of a liberal arts education is how well rounded of an individual you become. As I'm sure most readers know by now, the PEAK program is unique even among liberal arts institutions; not only are students undertaking a major course of study, they are also enrolled in three minors, all of which are in different fields.
Spring weather is settling in, and this morning before class I spied a squirrel trying to eat the flowers off of a newly green tree outside my window. The main walkway trees are also starting to put out their flowers, which will make for a picturesque, if slightly smelly, campus in a few days.
Let me just start by saying the C of I Outdoor Program is awesome. They planned and executed an absolutely fantastic spring break trip to Moab. After an extremely long bus ride, we finally arrived in the warm weather and red rocks of Moab. We hurried to set up our tents and get dinner cooking before it got dark (something we didn’t entirely succeed in), and enjoyed a lovely campfire.
That’s the sound my brain makes when it goes into panic mood. It’s a piercing, keening noise that sounds like a moose is being strangled so unsuccessfully, he’s trying to laugh about it. So…that’s kind of where I am emotionally right now.