Last week, my family and I packed up the car and headed west for a family vacation. We drove to the Oregon coast, passing good old Caldwell in route. Considering how vast the U.S. is Idaho—or at least the Treasure Valley—is located far enough away from the coast to make a road trip feasible, but still tiring. This time around, we actually drove down the length of the Oregon coast to the very southern end of Oregon so that we could make forays into Northern California’s redwood forests.
So campus is pretty empty these days. It is supposed to be so, school is over. However, there are still a few hardcore college students who soldier on and continue living in Caldwell during the break. Now, farming is lonely work, with only the plants keeping you company. So after almost a month and a half of keeping to myself, and petting rabbits and stealing the eggs my chickens lay, I decided that I would finish my self imposed exile of sorts.
Well. I made it. It's almost been four years since I unboxed all my stuff on the first floor of Hayman.
It's really not something I've thought about until this week. Being a student, I sometimes just get caught up living semester to semester. But now it's really hit me that I'm down to only two. I'm a procrastinator by nature, so actually being forced to sit down and ask "where am I going to be this time next year?" is a pretty daunting question that I'll have to answer soon. But that can wait.
Although I live on campus during the school year, in the summer I still call Boise home. Luckily, most of my friends are also from the Treasure Valley, and they stick around for the summer. On Saturday, I met up with three of my C of I friends to stroll through Boise’s Saturday Market and to see a circus parade complete with two elephants.
So recently in my trips around campus, I came across the news that we are getting a sizable amount of international students for this coming year. On talking to our Dean of Enrollment, Brian, (Actually, I am going to go on a tangent here, but I love the fact that I can just walk unannounced into the offices of anyone while they are around. The small college atmosphere is refreshing after going to schools with systems more rigid then the doors of Fort Knox.
In my last post, I mentioned that I write for C of I’s student newspaper, The Coyote. Our Editor in Chief, Danielle Blenker, landed a summer internship in Boston with Charlesbridge Publishing. And it just so happens that she’s chronicling it via her own blog, defyinggravityboston.blogspot.com. Check it out—you already know she has to be a good writer.
NOTE: Danielle took this photo of some of the books she read in preparation for her internship.
So as previously promised, here is an explanation on why I have been going off the deep end and have been posting photos of rocks and rabbits. I could just explain it in a line, or I could do it in a drawn out manner, allowing me to prove my prowess with the English language. The second method it is gonna be.
One of the things that I like about spending summer here in Caldwell is that fact that I am answerable to no one, but myself. Normally, this kind of a situation would lead to wild shenanigans and escapades that would rival those fictionalised on the silver screen. However, being a UWC (United World Colleges) alumni, and now studying here at C of I, I have pretty much lived on my own for the last four years. I like to think that I am much more sedate now, and most of my activities are more productive.