To Boldly Not

Winter Term, like the men’s cologne I received from my grandmother last Christmas, is a gift I didn’t really know what to do with.

It started out so great—I was pumped, I was motivated, I was ready to really buckle down on the catalyst for world peace I’d been half-heartedly engineering for years. For evidence of this Ivanhoe-esque attitude, see my last blog entry. I was so optimistic then, so young, so naïve, like 6th grade-me on my first day of middle school who was sure my pigtails, knee-high socks, and encyclopedic knowledge of Harry Potter was going to be just what I needed to become popular.  I was so game to do something worthwhile with all the free time I now had.

But then something happened. Something big. Something shockingly unshocking.

Star Trek.

The first day of Winter Term, as I sat in class doodling the U.S.S Enterprise on the cover of my book (like I am wont to do on every piece of paper I have ever come in contact with), I had the brilliantly unbrilliant idea that, in the four weeks of Winter Term, I was going to rewatch the entirety of the original series, including the two seasons of the animated series, all 6 original movies, and finally finish it all off with the two new remakes all before the term was over. Forget world peace, this was important.

So that’s what I did. That’s all I did. I had so much free time on my hands, I was watching 6+ hours of Star Trek each day. All culminating this weekend, when my roommate left for two days and the final vestiges of my dignity went out the window.  I didn’t move out of my bed for a solid 56 hours, I didn’t change out of my pajamas or put effort into being a functioning human person. I finished, finally, Saturday afternoon. Then I had a brief, but violent, period of existential crisis as I contemplated every decision I had made in my life that had led to this moment. But, anyways. I made it, more or less. Here we are.

Winter Term has only a few days left and I have accomplished nothing. While I regret that fact, I always kind of think it’s rad. Which is a weird juxtaposition to be in, I assure you.

Note to self: ‘Juxtaposition’ is a totally choice name for a Vegas dancer if this whole writing shtick doesn’t pan out as anticipated.

Anyways…where was I going with this?

Oh yeah, Star Trek ruining/making my life.

 So, if you look at this Winter Term in conventional terms I did pretty bad. I absolutely dropped the ball. But if you look at it in terms of how awesome it was in hindsight…it still looks pretty bad because after I finished the show I kinda just sobbed on my floor for a solid quarter hour. But before that, it was awesome. Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time. Time you spend in a grief coma after finishing Star Trek is not time…you spent…at…okay, that kind of got away from me but you get the gist. What I’m saying is that I’m going out on a limb and rescinding my last blog. Sure, you can change the world and make a difference if you want. If that’s your thing, go for it. Or you can be a normal person and not do that and do whatever you want instead.

Winter Term, as I started this post off with, is a gift. You have a monumental amount of free time, limited responsibility, and the world at your fingertips. This is what college is all about. So feel free to boldly go where no man has gone before.

Or, you know, don’t.


Until next week,



Ashley is a Junior Creative Writing major from Payette, Idaho.