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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I am sitting in my half-empty room writing this blog post, and I don’t really know how to describe the feeling. I feel a little half-empty myself, like I’ve been trying to absorb everything there is to experience of life at home before I move out. I’ve been eating on the couch, taking baths, having friends over to make dinner and driving my car. I’ve been spending as much time with my friends as I can, and have already had to say a few (tearful) goodbyes, that has by far been the worst part of this week.
Stop me if you've heard this one before--a guy walks itno a bar. He gazes at the various patrons and demands to know one thing: "Who's the strongest in here?" A very muscular, bearded gentleman immediately rises from his lofty bar stool and bellows "I am the strongest one in here!" The first guy looks to the other man and says "Oh, great. Could you help me push my car to the nearest gas station?"