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Melons, Plates and the End of the World

So the first week has ended (a very short week, mind you) and already I have been assigned an abundance of reading from my professors, attended a rave and harvested some succulent melons from the garden. Not much has changed on the homework front but looking around campus, I can tell that my last year at C of I will not be dull. Changes have been made to the McCain Cafe, such as the introduction of plates and cutlery (not just paper plates.) This greatly pleases me as it means that we will now be reusing plates instead of sending scores of paper plates and to-go boxes into the dump.

McCall, Ghost Hunting, Quad Rave

This week has been so full, I don’t even know where to start! The morning of the McCall trip, we had a morning workout, and I was in the ice bath until about 10:10, and hadn’t packed yet. I rushed over to my dorm, on the exact opposite side of campus and threw a few things in a bag, including a half-filled water bottle (a true blessing, considering IdaHaven’s sulfur-rich “fart water”), a few sweatshirts, and I grabbed my thin sleeping bag and slipped on some shoes. I made it on the bus by 10:30 and had a grand time speed dating on the bus.

“Study hard, learn a lot, and have fun.”

Every year on the first day of school, my dad insists upon taking a first-day-of-school picture. College disturbs this ritual a little since my dad isn’t in Caldwell to snap a photo to mark my first day of class. But it’s too much of tradition to forego entirely, so my parents got a text bright and early containing my instragram version of a first-day-of-school picture.

The Calm

I'll be honest--when I bought this scroll in Disney World a couple of years ago, it was only because I thought it looked pretty sweet hanging in the small Epcot shop that was selling them. I'm a sucker for Asian calligraphy, and this was about as authentically Japanese as I could hope to find, so it was an easy decision to buy it.

First Week on Campus

I arrived on campus on Sunday, which means I’ve been away from home for a little under a week, though not very much of that time has been spent on campus. I moved all of my stuff into my dorm on Sunday morning, said goodbye to my dad, and proceeded to a resident safety meeting, followed by a cross country team meeting. I did have the chance to eat a few delicious meals in Simplot before heading to McCall for training camp on Payette Lake.

Please place your trays in the upright and locked position

Things I have to do:

1. Pack up everything in my current room.

2. Pay last month's rent.

3. Finish summer reading.

4. Find a kitchen table.

5. Order textbooks.

6. Stop procrastinating and pack up everything in my current room.

7. Continue final preparations for a Psychology Study this weekend.

8. Fix sandals.

9. Abandon attempt to fix sandals. Buy new sandals.

10. Begin my senior year of college, being introduced as a TA in Social Psychology next Friday.

-Andrew Moore

My Three Keys to the College Experience

I have my books. I have all my dorm room essentials packed and ready to go at a moment's notice. My new backpack is begging to be broken in. All these things confirm what I've been waiting for since the end of June--that the start of fall term 2012 is finally upon us all. In just a few short days, I'll be moving into Anderson Hall for my second year of college.

Holy Summer, Batman! ...And a Whole Lot of What I Miss Today

I have finally caught up with summer--it got away from me for a second there! 

My typical summer day went as follows:

To the Uncomfortable Freshman

Almost exactly a year ago, I was a freshman headed up to McCall with the entire C of I Class of 2015 for the McCall Wilderness Experience.  The Class of 2016 is days away from making the same trip. 

What was supposed to be a "My Favorite Professor" post

So recently, my fellow blogger Andrew posted on the Facebook student blogger group that we should do a profile on our favorite professors. I replied immediately with something that sounded apt, but in retrospect, was an unfortunate metaphor. I replied “ON IT LIKE A DOG ON PEANUT BUTTER”. I have strange moods sometimes.

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