A few hours ago, President Barack Obama clinched the Presidency after being declared the projected winner of Ohio, an important swing state that was challenger Mitt Romney's last hope of victory. And while the Obama supporters in Chicago danced around and rejoiced and the Romney supporters cupped their hands over their mouths and shook their heads at their giant screens, my suitemates and I sat watching our smaller screen, quoting pro-Obama slogans at one another and telling all who would listen that the result was obvious from the start.
Zombies have been a bigger part of my life recently than they ever have been. Humans vs. Zombies starts tomorrow, and I am so unbelievably excited. I’ve spent more hours than I’d like to admit catching up on the Walking Dead, and based on what I’ve learned, this is my game plan (which I will adhere to in the case of an actual zombie apocalypse):
After a week away it’s good to be back on campus. One of the first things I did was go to my sorority’s weekly meeting, which we call chapter. Chapter dress code varies from black formal to business casual, and once in a while we’ll have a themed chapter. This Sunday was one such night, and because it’s the Halloween week, we all came in costume. My president came as a piñata, our Vice President of Standards came as David Bowie in Labyrinth, our Corresponding and Recording Secretary was Cinderella, and I was a Frenchman, with beret, wineglass, striped shirt, and baguette.
Navigation has never been my strong suit. Among all my friends and family, I'm the last person you ask for directions or looking at maps. I'm notorious for ending up at Point F when I'd rather be at Point B--I'm still reminded by a few close friends of mine of the time I ended up at the Boise airport in an attempt to return home after Christmas shopping. Freeways and street names just confuse me, and I'm not ashamed at all to say that without my GPS, I'd likely end up in Canada somehow.
So I think it is increaingly important in today's world not to burn out. I am a poster child for burn out cases, with a work ethic that is strange to say the least. I normally am of the school of thought that doesn't really care for most things. I am not the best of students, because if something does not stimulate me, then I do not really care much for it. But if something is exciting for me intellectually, then I go all out on it. Case in point being the arts.
Being home for fall break, I am pretty much stress-free. It feels so good to be home. I knew I missed home but I really didn’t know how much I missed it until I got here. It’s hard to believe that just last week I was stressing about midterms, but now I’m taking a nice break. However, not everyone’s life is on pause for a week. In fact, most of the people I’ve gotten the chance to talk to while I’ve been home have been feeling a lot stress.
It has finally arrived. The break that I have been yearning for ever since the start of midterms. Fall break is a wonderful time of year, where I spend most of my days rejuvenating in my bed and eating soup (because the caf is closed). But while I am not in bed, I am at practice, preparing for our last conference games this weekend. This is one of the reasons why I am on campus all Fall Break, another reason is because I like to be here. The weather has finally turned and so have the colours of the leaves.
It’s Fall Break, which marks the end of the first six weeks of my sophomore year. I’m celebrating by being a responsible citizen and voting early. I was all ready to request an absentee ballot so that I could vote from the comfort of Caldwell, but since I’m home in Boise for the week, I can just drop by the Ada County Elections Office and cast my vote early. I’m also getting ready to watch the presidential debate tonight, maybe with a cat sitting in my lap, since I am at home.
Is it news to anyone else that pumpkins are technically fruits? I just found that out this morning, and it blew my mind. I went through 19 years of life thinking that they were just oversized vegetables, like ugly, bulbous versions of carrots. I guess it takes buying a cart full of them for a giant group carving session for me to appreciate the complexities of the pumpkin.
The transition from summer to fall always seems to catch me off guard in Idaho. I seem to have no time to say goodbye to the nice, warm sunny days before I am surrounded by the October chill. The days are getting shorter and my 8 a.m. class is becoming harder and harder to wake up for.