It’s been a good first week back. I’ve been doing a lot of reading; I’m 262 pages into The Life of Charlotte Bronte, and 181 pages into First, Do No Harm. These books are for my lit class on the Bronte sisters and for Bioethics, respectively. Aside from those two, I’ve had passages from Plato, Aristotle, Virgil, and Ovid for my Money in Literature class, plus a chapter or two from my Economic Development text. So far, the only class I have not been assigned reading is French, which is a relief, seeing as my French vocabulary is very much that of a one semester student.
Winter break is always a great time for snuggling and relaxing before the onset of spring semester. I spent most of my break just hanging out and getting some down time, watching Downton Abbey and reading The Hobbit. But I also signed up for the Outdoor Program’s Yurt Trip, which was held at the yurt at Bogus Basin.
Even though Winter Term has passed and the week break leading to Spring Term is almost complete, I didn't exactly feel like I was out of classes. Sure, my Philosophy and French classes were both completed and their final grades tabulated, but instruction wasn't complete for the students of the Vocal Chamber Ensemble. Sleeping in was a luxury we couldn't afford this past week, and for good reason--the fate of our trip to New York rested on our mastery of Eric Whitacre's "little man in a hurry."
Between Christmas break, my London trip, and winter break, I haven’t been in real school for about two months. But that’s about to change—on Monday I’ll start in on 16 credits and pick up my other responsibilities again.
I’ve been elected as the vice president-standards for my sorority, which is about the equivalent of being chief justice of Judicial Board, but specifically for the C of I KKGs. Starting on Tuesday, I’ll start back up with Ambassador Council, so I’ll be marching around campus in a purple polo shirt with prospective students in tow.
For better or for worse, one of Caldwell's major landmarks is a large electronic billboard managed by the estate of a Mr. Ralph Smeed. Smeed was an Idaho businessman, and a College of Idaho alumnus. After passing away in 2010, his most visible legacy remains the massive message board that continues to "amuse, tantalize, and provoke the citizens of Caldwell and SW Idaho."
It is almost the end of my last winter term at The College of Idaho. So far it has been a very relaxing winter term for me. Unlike the last few years, I decided to take only one credit this semester, instead of the 3-4 credits that I normally take.
I have been taking a German class this semester and it has been great so far. I love languages and German is my favourite. We have some really great professors at the College and the language department is no different.
I’m back on a snowy C of I campus and am happy to be home from a whirlwind three weeks. London and Paris were great—there are a million things to do and see—but it’s good to be back. There’s nothing quite like coming back to a place that’s full of your friends.
I've heard a lot about the coagulative properties of the Family Dinner: families who sit down and eat dinner and talk about their day together are supposed to be better off than families who eat in front of the TV. I remember posters in middle school touting that "Famlies that Eat Together, Stay Together."
This is my second Winter Term on The College of Idaho campus, so I naively figured going into this January that I'd learned all the most important lessons about this accelerated 4-week period. Then I got back the first day and reminded myself of one very important thing: at C of I, if you're not learning something new or experencing new things every day, then you're doing something very wrong. Just because Winter Term is short doesn't mean there's nothing to be gained from it.