Aside from being a negligent blogger for the last week and half, I’ve been up to the usual spring semester occupations—reading, and constantly checking the weather in hopes of high temps and sunshine. Right now it’s 45 and sunny in Caldwell, and I’m celebrating with a dress that’s more appropriate for 70-degree weather. The rest of campus is feeling it too—there have been squadrons of frolfers out, and one or two particularly ambitious souls trying to get their tan on.
I'm not going to lie to you, guys: the start of spring semester has been a crazy amount of work so far. I suppose in a lot of ways I brought it on myself - I could have prepared my articles for the upcoming issue of the Coyote earlier, I could have spent more time preparing my fiction piece for a scholarship competition during the break between winter and spring, I could have chosen classes to take that required way less reading (my ENG-333 seminar has me reading at least one Hemingway novel a week, for example), and so on.
Spring semester 2013 was without a doubt my favorite semester at the C of I (not that any of the other semesters have been any short of awesome). I had been eagerly anticipating this semester to start because I guess I knew it was going to be a great semester. I wasn't wrong.
It’s the first Friday of spring term, and more importantly, it’s Valentine’s Day. One of the great things about living on campus with a bunch of other young people is that Valentine's is just as much a celebration of friendship as it is a romantic celebration.
As evidenced by the hopping mail center today, lots of people are sending Valentine’s goodies and wishes to each other on campus. One thing my sorority did this Valentine’s Day was an exchange where everyone was responsible for sending a little card or present to a sister whose name they’d drawn at random.
While that may, in fact, be a Star Trek quote (Ashley make a Star Trek reference? Noooo wwaaaaaaaaayyyy!) it is a surprisingly fitting way to describe my current frame of mind.
As we stumble through the first few days of Spring Semester, bleary-eyed and running on too much coffee and too little sleep, life at C of I begins to fall into a recognizable pattern. It’s familiar, it’s comfortable, it’s us; but, at the same time, it is also brand new.
It has been awhile since I have really posted anything on the student experience blog. Part of it is because I have been coping with my photography monomania. I figure there is only so much photography triva I can deliver before I start sounding like an old high school teacher who you can't really hear and who speaks in a monotone.
Of course, If you like photography trivia, and reading me talk about the state of photography as it is, I am going to put my senior thesis on my website, as soon as the thesis is done. You can read my hemingwayesque writing all the time then.
I’ve barely been home for a week, and I already miss France. I miss the food, I miss the atmosphere, I miss hearing the sound of French spoken all around me. It’s a weird thing, culture shock. I hardly experienced it at all going to France – maybe because I’d already been there before, or maybe because I already spoke the language so I could largely understand what was going on around me.
I hope I'm not the only C of I student who finds it funny that we've received more snow over this post-winter term break than we actually received during winter term itself. It's been snowing off and on in the Treasure Valley for the past two days, and the ground is far more powdery than anything we saw in January. Slicker roads, too - I had to stop by Caldwell for some Delt business yesterday and almost ran into stationary objects no less than three times. Not that I'm complaining about the snow or anything, though!
My greatest struggle this break is eating and no, I am not trying to look like the girls we see on TV. It is genuinely not having an appetite and not really knowing what foods I like and which ones I don't.