I think the number of school days left is inversely proportional to the number of events happening. With only three weekends remaining, everyone and everything is getting crammed in. Here’s a breakdown of this weekend:
Spring Discovery Day: This is for juniors and sophomores in high school to get their first introduction to C of I. There are roughly 160 visitors to the College today, and the ambassadors and admission staff are out in full force.
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.
I don't remember if this happened near the end of fall term or at some time during winter term, but I remember loitering on the first floor of Anderson Hall one night, a few feet away from its lobby, sitting on the cold tile floor.. I was sitting across from a few friends of mine and directly next to someone I had just met that evening, a girl whose name I can't remember and who I haven't spoken with since. The conversation, which had previously revolved around tabletop gaming and the future of animation, eventually turned into a discussion of homework.
Earlier this year, I posted about what emails are currently populating my inbox. It’s always a pretty solid indicator of what’s happening in my life, so I thought I’d reprise the post today.
*Payroll Deadlines*: If I had a work-study job, I’d be paying close attention to this one to make sure my hours were turned in on time. As it is, I only get paid from my freelance Coyote work, and Jason Hunt handles all the payroll stuff for the writers. So all I have to pay attention to is the fact that payday is April 30th.
There are more events on campus than I can keep up with, but tonight I went to one that was particularly good: a presentation done by two women who like being called Lipsynching Oprah (Kristin) and her sidekick, Ellen (Gabrielle).
Their organization, Everyone is Gay, is an advice and resources website for members of the LGBQT community. Kristin and Gabrielle delivered a very funny, accessible, and relevant presentation about issues facing all people, including LBGQT rights, women's rights, and human rights.
Friday night found me in downtown Boise at the city-sponsored Sesqui-shop. “Sesqui” is short for Sesquicentennial, and I’m thankful to the City of Boise for abbreviating that mouthful of a word. This year marks Boise’s 150th anniversary, and Boise’s Arts and History Department is putting on a year long party, with parts of it held in the Sesqui-shop.
Since the weather has been getting increasingly wonderful here, my friends Kristin, Rachel, Ruth and I decided to go shopping for some new clothes. First we hit the Old Navy in Nampa, partly to shop and partly to visit our friend Sarah while she was at work. Then we drove over to the Boise Towne Center to do some more shopping and spent a block of several hours in H&M, trying on just about everything they had, then Forever 21.
Elections for student body offices were held last Friday, but late last night there were still campaigners knocking on my door. That’s because today is the run-off for two offices: Treasurer and Secretary.
Other than finals weeks, I don't think I've seen my fellow Yotes more stressed out than during the week of Room Draw. Everywhere I went last week, I would run into someone frantically fretting over the number they had been assigned, worrying that their previous residential plans would now be undermined by sheer luck (or unluck) of the draw. Combined with the fact that the number of single rooms has dwindled since last year in preparation for the large incoming freshman class, my fellow sophomores seemed afraid for their futures, even moreso than I did during registration last semester.