Fox in Socks

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.

Dr. Seuss night rolls around each year on March 5th, and I’ve spent the last three at Van Buren Elementary School reading out loud to classrooms full of students and parents. There are always a few in costume, and this year my classroom had Thing One and Thing Two, Horton, and Cat in the Hat all in one family. This year I went with five other KKGs, and two Delts. My reading partner for the night was Jorje, a member of Delta Tau Delta. He got midway through Horton Hears a Who before the night was over, and we made it though Fox in Socks, Cat in the Hat, Green Eggs and Ham, among others.  Some of those Dr. Seuss books are harder than they get credit for. I especially had to slow down during the “luck/Luke/duck” section of Fox in Socks.

Other than reading Dr. Seuss books, I’ve spent the week mostly doing homework, which I like decently well. My 22nd birthday was on Tuesday, so I celebrated by taking a Finance test. But I also celebrated with french fries, parties, parents, baked brie, and sleeping in, it was just spread across this whole week.

The weeks are flying by, and some of my close friends are getting their post-graduation ducks in a row. Between my best friend and my roommate, med school and job interviews number among the main topics of conversation. I’m into two of my grad school, and am now constantly refreshing my email in the hopes that a huge scholarship offer will magically land there. So far it has not, but I’m checking nonetheless.

One time that I’m not cheking my email, however, is on Wednesday afternoons, when I’m in Idaho Natural History Lab. This Wednesday found me absent of my bus buddy (sigh, Ashley) but it was a good little lab nonetheless. We went south of Nampa, and our first stop was to look at a shield volcano. Now, shield volcanoes just look like hills, so we stood there and guessed that the volcano we were supposed to be looking at was in the distant Owyhees. But then, there it was, right in front of us. We also stopped to look at a caldera, in which cows and calves were pastured.  Then we drove up into the mountains and found a big old piece of crumbly granite that constitutes about the western end of the Idaho Batholith.  Then we stopped and spent half an hour identify different bushes, which all look like sagebrush from a distance, but each have their own pokey properties up close. 

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