I’ve spent a large part of my day in the library, wondering what I’m going to do with my life, and trying to get all of my last remaining assignments done so that I can focus on studying for my finals for the rest of the week. I’ve been pretty stressed about finals, because I know that they’ll be here before I’m even close to ready. But I was very productive today and decided to take a little break after dinner, and it has turned out to be one of the most enjoyable Tuesdays in memory. I went to Ballroom for the last twenty minutes or so, long enough to learn how to jive.
There comes a time in every young writer's life when they must present their work to the masses, prepared to face the heavy blows of criticism, judgement, and worse (boredom and disinterest). I suppose tonight happened to be my time, as my Creative Nonfiction Workshop presented our best work of the semester this evening in the McCain Pub. With nothing to accompany us but a music stand, a microphone, a long legged chair and one of the brightest spotlights known to man, each ENG-220 student read their favorite pieces of the class to an audience mostly made up of their fellow writers.
My section of PSY-496: Abnormal Psychology will be the last time it will be taught at The College of Idaho, at least for some time. Our Psych Department has updated its catalog and it is scheduled to be replaced for next year. With my graduation application being accepted, I’m finishing my second and last class with Dr. John Thuerer.
And it is that time of year again. It's starting to feel a lot like Christmas here at the College, with many events taking place celebrating this festive time of year. One of my favourite events which takes place on campus and I try to attend every year is the Delt's Charity Ball.
This morning, this lovely group of fourteen people and one super cute dog got out of bed early enough to be on the way to Boise by 9:30. This is pretty early, for a Saturday at least.
We parked at the old Penitentiary and hiked up a dirt trail that wound its way up hills covered in delicate dry yellow grass and rough scrub brush under a heavy gray sky. It was just barely drizzling and pretty windy, but surprisingly warm today.
Today I was leading a tour for a prospective student, and we were in the library just as these flyers were going up. Between my POE final, French final, and Physics final, and the three essays I have yet to write for my London class, I think a visit with Karly or Moxie Java is just what I’ll need. In fact, the first session will be right after my Monday morning POE final…I’ll definitely be there.
I suppose it shouldn't have surprised me that much, but upon my return to C of I after a delightful Thanksgiving Break, I found a stocking hanging on my dorm room door. And this wasn't a mini stocking fit for a newborn--this was a legitimate stocking, ready for Santa to stuff with lots of toys and goodies. It even had my name on it. One of my suitemates was thoughtful enough to have prepared stockings for everyone in the group, encouraging us to leave small gifts in each one before we close for the Holiday Break three weeks from now.
With the election just behind us, people are having all kinds of reactions to Obama’s reelection. One of my favorite things that has come out of this election is the circulation of petitions for secession from the Union. Those and the petitions to petition the original petitions. People are just petitioning everything and I personally find it absurd and hilarious.
It’s Wednesday, and I’m six hours, two classes, and one quiz away from Thanksgiving Break. For C of I students, Thanksgiving Break is more like an extended weekend than a full-out break. But since we’ve got so many weeklong breaks and we’re just a few weeks away from a lengthy Christmas break, there’s not much to complain about. Or maybe I don’t mind the shortness of the reprise because my commute home to Boise is a mere 30 minutes. Either way, everyone is looking forward to a few days off, and Thanksgiving is on everybody’s mind.