Student Experience Blog

How to see New York City in 72 Hours

I’ve been to two cities more populous than New York. Istanbul and Jakarta are both sprawling metropolises containing every imaginable segment of societal development, and Jakarta is even more densely populated than New York. What was striking to me about New York though is that it hit a boom when it was slated to be the modern center of civilization.

Dreams Do Come True. I am Proof of That

I'm probably not the only one who envisions herself as the spunky main-character in a book, movie, or play...and I really hope that I’m not the only one willing to admit it. Before you think I’m vain or selfish, let me explain. I completely realize that my hopes were just dreams. I was never going to be the lead or main-character.

That doesn’t mean I didn’t try.

Finals Week: Putting My Best Foot Forward

Personally, I feel the best way to begin an injury story is with the following lines:

“The fight left me with several flesh wounds, twenty-seven stitches and a body cast, but you should see the other guy.”

“I guess I’ll never know if the grizzly bear survived, but the deep gashes occupying my leg will always be a reminder of that night.”

“After the crash, I found myself crawling through the Gobi Desert for six hours, carrying nothing but a sack of yams on my back.”

No, the other Air and Space Museum

I did not know that there were two air and space museums in Washington D.C. until my second time visiting. The first and most popular museum is right on the National Mall near the Capitol. The National Mall is the symbolic center of Washington D.C.

My Idaho Family

I was coloring a cartoon turkey in a color book app on my phone when I told my mom I couldn’t come home for Thanksgiving. This was the fourth year in a row, and the brightly colored feathers on my little gobble friend were the only thing distracting me from breaking down and crying.

I miss my family. I miss the house I grew up in and the sun-filled California sky. I miss my mom’s cooking and my dad’s jokes. I miss talking with my sister and hanging out with my brother. I miss my four dogs--even when every piece of clothing I owned had hair on it.

Obligatory Senior Reflection Article

Halfway through the fall semester of my senior year, I realize that I have spent an entire three years in college already. I appreciate that I am now interning in Washington D.C.; that I have traveled to New Orleans, Portland, California, and Indonesia for school or extracurricular student activities in that time; and that I've had the opportunity to DJ and chair committees for school. When touring The College of Idaho during the spring semester of my last year of high school, I asked professor Jasper LiCalzi what was the most challenging aspect of attending of the C of I.

I am Grateful for...

One afternoon last week, I decided to tackle some homework. I made my way to the upstairs of KAIC and bunkered down for a few hours or so. In midst of balancing chemical equations I was suddenly hit in the face with a flying object. The pain inflicted on my forehead was by...a Reese's peanut butter cup? I was irritated. I was confused. I was…hungry? I glanced around and my eyes fell on a woman who I had never seen before.

Let's Taco Bout It

I’ve never reached enlightenment. At least, I’m not sure I have. One time, I realized the machine that returns bowling balls blows air so you can dry the sweat off your hands, giving you a better grip when you roll that gutter ball. But, when I went to share this finding, everyone seemed to already know.

Looking back, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t even close to being an enlightened moment. Like I said, I’ve never reached it.

That is, until I ate an Imelda’s taco.

Haunted Ghost Stories of C of I

Warning: I am attempting to write in a spooky fashion. It will either be incredibly frightening--in which case, keep the lights on--or just another thing you read while waiting for another page to load. Like Netflix or something. Either way, thanks for reading.

In the spirit of Halloween, I would like to tell you about some spirits (it is okay if you were not prepared for that joke. It’s kind of a work in progress). Gather round your computer screen, unknown reader, because I’ve got some scary ghost stories.

All About Atmosphere

Imagine this: It’s a Friday afternoon. Soft gray clouds are calmly floating along, taking a brief intermission between answering rain dances. You’re a fledgling workaholic, trying to stay afloat in a semester of chasing transient moments of serenity that sleep between deadlines, and you’re feeling that you need another fix; that the weekend is coming a bit too soon.

Let me say one thing: The Bird Stop.