Student Experience Blog

On High School Choirs and Growth

It's been awhile since I've updated you on my life, faithful blog readers! Rest assured, I have not been swept away in this sudden influx of awesome spring weather. But truthfully, I've been pretty busy, especially with midterms coming up. Between the formal addition of pledges for Delta Tau Delta, major scholarship interviews, and far more reading about Shakespearean history than I could have predicted, I've had little time to stretch my blogging muscles.

I Am Not a Pirate

Let me give you a brief snapshot of my life right now, readers.

It’s after 5 p.m. here, the sun is shining with more confidence than it has the previous (give or take) 136 days, I have no pressing deadlines to worry about, and I’m a college student. The last bit is important because, as I was telling one of my professors early this week, college students can be defined easily, as they are that unique age group where they all collectively embody pirates.

Okay, just…go with me on this one.

Sun + Spring = African Jazz

I had such an amazing time at the AFRO Jazz Festival. 

The AFRO Club was able to get a prominent speaker, Vincent Kituku, who just basically portrayed a typical conversation between an African elder and youngsters. He told us about his transition from Kenya to the U.S. and it was absolutely hilarious. Also, there was "the moral of the story" even in the smallest details that he shared with us and it reminded me how in the African culture, an elder will tell children stories so they can learn an important life lesson from it.

Doom is coming...aka Midterms

As we approach midterms I feel a mingling sense of doom and excitement. Doom because, well, it’s midterms, and I have papers and tests and projects coming out of my ears. Excitement because once midterms are over, it’s Spring Break!

Just Another Day

I’m getting ready for a marathon day tomorrow. Here’s what my schedule should look like tomorrow:

8:30-9?—Meeting in Langroise with Professor Claassen, aka Garth, about the permanent art collection database.

9:30-10:30 or 11?—Special lecture on “Emily Dickinson and Science,” to be given as part of the Interdisciplinary Visions of Environment Lecture Series in Sterry.

11:30-noon —Hearing a judicial board case in our McCain J-board room.

Things In My Inbox: Belfast, Art, Invitations, and Assignments

I’m fresh out of a managerial accounting test, and have just installed myself in the library. As per usual, my email is open, and so it seems like a good day to bring back the “What’s in my inbox” post. I’ve gotten some good emails in the last few days, and they’re a nice snapshot of what’s going on in my life right now.

1. An email offering me a spot for fall semester at my first choice university in Belfast. Really, this is an expanded email chain, because I sent back my acceptance form this morning. So I’ll be in Belfast next fall, reading literature.

20 Questions

Good morning/afternoon/evening/night, readers! It is, in fact, morning here in Boise and I am taking a break from being a hard-hitting journalist to write to you, because I had something to say that was too important to wait until I made it back to school. Not only is March Fourth the only day of the year that can be read as a full sentence, it also is this blogger’s birthday.  So, in honor of me being 20 years old today, I will be answering 20 questions relating to life, love, and the pursuit of a college education. Now, let us march forth to greatness!

Busy Busy Busy

I honestly do not remember the last time I sat down in peace without thinking there's a ton of things I needed to do. It certainly isn't peaceful but it's good. 

A lot is happening in the month of March and I don't just mean Spring Fling, although I am looking forward to it. I will be attending the Clinton Global Initiative conference in two weeks in Arizona and that has got me doing so much work in preparation.

Reverse Culture Shock, Paint Fights and The YoteFam

Now that I’m back at school, I’m a little more adjusted to life in the U.S. That’s not to say that I don’t miss France. Numerous times, I’ve found myself walking back from class and thinking, “I could really use a crepe right now.” But alas, there is not an abundance of crepe stands in Idaho. I’ve (mostly) stopped speaking French to people who don’t understand me, and I have gotten used to using dollars again.

Pleasant Surprises in Pleasanton, CA

At 4 a.m. last Thursday morning, armed with five hours of sleep, an extremely heavy garment bag, and enough cold medication on hand to keep three men healthy and satisfied, I embarked on a road trip to the San Francisco Bay area of California. Along for the ride were Derek and David, two of my fellow Delt brothers, both of whom were also fighting off nasty colds just as I was. But the state of our sinuses wasn't our worry. With ten and a half hours to go until we reached our hotel in Pleasanton, all that mattered was staying awake and getting to our destination in time.

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