Student Experience Blog

Welcome to the Jungle

After spending a portion of summer in Southeast Asia, a typical Idahoan would opt for a less busy and less humid fall setting. Not wanting to be accused of being a typical Idahoan, I volunteered to don a suit in the swamps of the District of Columbia and jam myself into sweaty, crowded public transport during the first semester of my senior year. 

Advice You Never Asked For

The first and only feeling I had when I stepped onto campus my freshmen year was fear.

Not only was the college a completely new place, but I also was moving into a stranger-filled dorm from another state. Every situation was unfamiliar, from sharing a room with somebody to sleeping on a twin sized bed (I’m a privileged white girl, I sleep on a queen).

An Idealist Abroad

It wasn’t until I landed in the DMK Bangkok airport for a layover that I began to grasp the implications of traveling alone to foreign country, where I am unfamiliar with the language and culture. Sure, maybe I would be able to survive for the next two weeks, but was I about to waste most of my year’s savings on some bizarre, uncomfortable cultural pilgrimage?

Hello, it's me.

Three thousand years from now, archeologists will dig up my tattered bones from the rubble of what is now The College of Idaho. I imagine they would assess the scene and debate my cause of death in the following manner:

Scientist #1 “There appears to be blunt force trauma. Perhaps she was hit by a bus?”

Scientist #2 “No, due to the deep lacerations, it’s possible it was due to something internal.” 

After a few minutes of controversy there would be a unanimous diagnosis; I died of embarrassment.  

I'm Terrified of Graduating: Advice from Professors

I have taken my last final. I have turned in my last paper. Aside from actually walking across the stage at graduation, I am officially done at the College of Idaho. It still doesn’t feel real. And I am completely terrified. I have a (very) rough plan of what I'm doing after college, but mostly I'm just wandering aimlessly trying to figure out something to do with my life. 

A Last Letter on Location

To Anybody,

 

Location. It’s a word that Adrienne Rich planted in the middle of my mind.

The spaces we occupy are special in that we shape them by being there and they shape us in a complimentary manner. The Voorhees Bench shapes my flabby buttocks as I roost, then my mind as I talk to the community centered by this place, this location. I shape it with cigarette butts in the garbage can, by removing refuse here then there. We change each other. This is what location is.

Stay: A Swan Song

Well, here we go.

It is finally time for to say goodbye not only to this blog, but to CofI and the family I’ve made here the last four years. That being said, sit your ass down and get ready for some imparted wisdom.

Tangible History

I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t think I have sat down in 3 months. Emotionally sat down, I mean. And I haven’t seen the sun in 5. I am so tired. Imagine running a marathon the last four years and then right as you get to the home stretch someone lights you on fire. Welcome to the last month of senior year.

A Time to Remember

Tranquility can be hard to find right now.

The end has come and with it busy days. Despite that, we press on as students. Certain of ourselves, we smile anyway. Trees are scenting and bushes are wriggling, signals of change.

We are nearly at the end.

For me, I am at a closer end than most.

Red, Red Rocks

Note: Click here to check out photos from the C of I Outdoor Program trip to Zion's National Park.

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