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I grow stuff

So I have already mentioned that I grow stuff, yet I have never proven it. Partially because the good folks at Bon Apetit, our cafeteria's caterers, buy all the stuff, before I can even take pictures.

However, a day or two ago, I went around campus, armed with these goods, on a wheelbarrow, and sold this stuff to the staff at the College. It was a sight to see little old me in my welders goggles pusing a wheelbarrow loaded with vegetables which had been picked less then half an hour before being sold.

What I Miss Today 2.0

The photo included is one that I found on Lady Danville's blog, posted September 17, 2011 with a caption reading "Sushi, Compliments of College of Idaho."

This morning as I went to jump in the shower I turned on Pandora and a song by Lady Danville lit up my speakers.  It was then that it occurred to me, this is what I miss today about C of I.

All I do is move couches

One of the constant things I've found myself pondering across college life is the question of "home": how we create it, and where we find it. Over the past week, I've been lending my sunburned body to both friends and family to the familiar game of hauling boxes, hurdling truck-beds, and the highs-and-lows of jamming furniture inside unyielding doorframes. I like offering to help; you get to share in some of the satisfaction that arises from structuring a place where people live.

It's Quiet...Too Quiet

A few days ago, I made my first trip back to C of I's campus since leaving last year's Baccalaureate ceremony. I had received a couple of e-mails earlier in the week that had encouraged me to stop by Caldwell, and funnily enough, they both involved receiving stuff I had been expecting for a while. With the promise of an old music binder and a new camera waiting for me, I made the half hour trek from Meridian to the college, which happened to be much more quiet since my last visit.

What I Miss Today...The Countdown Begins!

At 10:08 on the morning of August 6th I recieved a text message...which took a not-so-close second to my pillow as I pressed "Ignore" and rolled back into my pillow for another hour or so of sleep on my day off. 

Summertime Poolside

Summer means three things to many an American teenager: a summer job, swimming, and snow cones.  My summer has all three of those things wrapped in one—I’ve spent part of my time working at Borah Pool, a public swimming pool that just happens to have an adjacent snow cone shack. 

Getting Higher

So my first summer in Idaho is progressing and is sadly almost over for me. Soon soccer will start and I will be doing 2 a day sessions in the Caldwell heat as we prepare for this year’s season of Women's Soccer. However before I am tied down in one place, I have been lucky to do some more exploring of this lovely state.

Why Loitering is good for you.

So I loiter at this gas station a lot. A chain gas station, nothing special. Owned by Jackson's. The only thing that makes it special is the fact that it is open 24x7.

Great Friends and Awful Jokes

I’ve dropped off my carload of people, and having washed the Deschutes water out of my hair and the Central Oregon dust off of my feet, I’m officially home from my rafting trip. There were 9 of us, plus one of my favorite teachers from my freshman year and his dad as our guides on a two day trip: one day of rafting, one day of swimming and cliff jumping.

Story Story Night

One of the things that I’m quickly coming to appreciate is a well-told story. In the hands or the right person, the most mundane instances can be transformed into something worth listening to. I spent Monday night at an event dedicated to story telling, Story Story Night.

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