In case you somehow missed it, spring just kicked open the ol’ saloon doors and dragged winter out by its thieving, crooked coattails.
And the town rejoices.
Now that the temperature has finally stabilized warmly (and truly, it is only in Idaho that you fully understand how much temperature stabilization is key to your immediate happiness) and everyone is enjoying the sunshine, it’s time for another installment of “What My Facebook Friends Are Doing Without Me.”
By some feat of pizza-fueled existential repression, I made it through midterm week. Which is just aces, because it left me plenty of time to pursue my true passion: peddling newspapers on street corners by shouting wildly inaccurate headlines from it (Hot off the presses!Joe Biden actually just several turkeys in a trench coat! Get the scoop here!).
So last week was International Women’s Day and it has got me feeling some sort of way about all of the ridiculously incredible ladies in my life. I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to send all the gals I know bouquets of fresh cut lilies and lavender, and hand made cards with glittery hearts on them. Unfortunately I’m poor and not that gifted with modge-podge so instead I’ll just stick to this, a lady-loving manifesto for all those females in my life who continue to inspire me.
The thing about PEAK is that you are kind of expected to hate it. Just a little bit. It makes sense for you to dislike it, really.
On principle, it’s the academic version of having to choose which questionable bar patrons you want to sit next to for an evening. The exception being that it’s not just for one night, it’s for four years. And the people you decide on are going to give you a grade at the end of every topic you guys awkwardly small-talk through.
I do a lot of reading in college. This week’s reading has included Palestine Speaks, Palestinian Walks, Jane Eyre, The Real Charlotte, and Fox in Socks. The first two are for my World Lit course, the second two are for my senior thesis, and the last one was for Dr. Seuss Night, which I’ve just gotten back from.
Well, actually, you probably don’t. Let me refresh your memory.
Not only is March 4th the only day of the year that can be read as a full sentence, it is also this blogger’s birthday. Last year, I celebrated the day with a post answering 20 questions related to life, love, and the pursuit of a college education. So I thought I’d do it again in honor of turning 21. For the sake of the sake, these questions are brought to you by a sketchy random question generator I found online.
This post isn’t going to be funny and for that I apologize.
If you’ve followed this blog since the very start, there is one thing you can’t help but notice and that is the fact that Star Trek is kind of my life. I’ve never written a post that didn’t have a Star Trek reference hidden in it somewhere. That’s just how I write. It’s who I am. And it’s how I frame my experiences. So when I got online this morning and read the news that Leonard Nimoy had died, I threw out the post that I originally planned for this week.
So remember when I wrote that post about all the funny things POE professors say? Well, I have been collecting more quotes, so I figured, what better time to bring back the hilariousness of C of I professors? Now including history and music professors!
"Can you imagine Jasper having a gun? He can't even trim his own bushes without cutting his finger off!" -Hunter
“We sound like an incredibly apologetic mariachi band.” – Dr. Wells
Illness has finally taken me. I’ve been lying on my chaise since 4, when I got out of my last class, and don’t feel bad about it. I also napped shamelessly, and then panicked upon wakening because I thought it was Friday morning. I have a test in Idaho Natural History tomorrow, and instead of studying the questions, I’ve been watching Your Inner Fish on Netflix, hoping that will get my science brain going. I’m trying to get healthy in time for another very promising weekend.
I’m writing this blog post at the COI Oscar Party, which seems completely appropriate given the circumstances. This afternoon I got back from a week at the Kennedy Center American College Theater Festival, held this year in the lovely but FREEZING Ellensburg, WA.