It’s the Monday after Spring Break, but campus is warm and beautiful and it’s good to be back. I’m in my room in Anderson right now, and outside next year’s Sustainability Stewards are getting the garden ready for planting. But even though I’m happy to be back on a green campus and there’s a stack of reading with my name on it, I want to take one last look back at Spring Break. Here’s what I occupied my week with:
For my final spring break of my undergraduate career, I was fortunate enough to be able to go to Zion National Park and Bryce Canyon National Park with The College of Idaho Outdoor Program.
I love spending time in the outdoors and being able to get away from college and the constant stress of senior year. Zion was a great escape to say the least. It was amazingly beautiful, with all kinds of rock formations, arches and testing hikes.
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.
After a week of slogging through midterms, it’s spring break and I’m back at home in Boise to spend the week with my furry friends. The crazy thing about spring break is that it means six weeks have already gone by, and there’s only six left before the summer. That’s a little too fast for my taste.
You are exactly the person I hoped would read this, because I know that you have a fantastic repertoire of dance moves. And are a great listener with an even better sense of humor. Plus your hair looks fantastic today.
Even if those compliments seem generic, they are true, and hopefully they reminded you that you love compliments. Everyone does.
I may be 20 years old, but apparently that doesn’t mean that I can’t jump on trampolines. And on Saturday, a group of other similarly aged C of I students and I proved that being legal adults doesn’t have to be a barrier to trampoline-fun. As part of our Student Ambassador retreat, we went to JumpTime, which is essentially a building full of giant trampolines and little kid birthday parties.
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?
I spent this last weekend in Tacoma, for my first collegiate track meet. For everyone who will never have the opportunity to experience a team road trip as a Yote, this is basically how it works for the track team:
1. Wake up early on Friday morning, get on the bus. If you are me, you will think about how important it is to not sleep through your alarm, so that you have a dream about sleeping through your alarm, so that when it happens in real life you think it's just another dream, and then actually wake up 5 minutes before the bus leaves.
The sun is coming out, coats are coming off and daylight savings has kicked in. You know what this means? It means that spring in almost upon us.
From looking at the weather this week, it would seem to be approaching at a rapid rate and I am so very glad. I love warm weather, I love the feeling of the sun on my back and I love to see the world around me come into bloom.
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.