Student Life

What Mr. Rochester Doesn't Know

The situation is this, readers:

In less than a week, I have a 15-page paper due in my 19th Century British Fiction class that, being worth a colossal 40% of my grade, is the factor that will decide what grade I get in that class. A couple months ago, I made a deal with myself that I would write two pages a week on that paper so that when it came to the due date, I wouldn’t be tearing my hair out and punching things in rage. You know how much I have written for that paper?

Nothing.  Not a single word. I know, I’m a role model.

Thinking Outside The Box

Elections are over and congratulations to our new leaders. As a proud Yotie, many thank you's to each and everyone who participated in the elections. 

On that note, I recently heard a conversation about the importance of student body elections and realized that some people consider them a formality of no great importance while others argued that they are of great benefit to the student body as a whole. 

Time for another round of: What’s In My Inbox

1. “Marie Irvin as of 4/18” An email from myself. Whenever I have a long-term or large-scale project going, I’ll not only save documents to my computer, but will email myself copies too. This one happens to be on the Marie Irvin project I discussed here. This way, I figure that if I should ever drop my computer/leave it in the path of sprinkler/lose it, I won't lose my work.

Home away from home

I remember when I first got to The College of Idaho and I could not bring myself to ask or answer questions in class. I actually feel a little silly thinking about it now BUT it happened. Had I known how supportive faculty members at the C of I are to students, I would have just gone for it.

Any Given Sunday

The poet Patches O’Houlihan once made the sage observation that if one can dodge a wrench, by extension he can also dodge a ball.

Sadly, readers, it took me crying my way through three years of middle school PE to learn that I cannot dodge a wrench or a ball. But it only took a quiet Sunday afternoon for me to discover that what I can dodge is water balloons simultaneously hurled at me by the swim team. So … there’s that.

All Panicking on the Western Front

WUUUUUAAAAAAHHHHHUUUUUGGGGGAAAAAAG .

That’s the sound my brain makes when it goes into panic mood. It’s a piercing, keening noise that sounds like a moose is being strangled so unsuccessfully, he’s trying to laugh about it. So…that’s kind of where I am emotionally right now.

So Close

It’s Friday afternoon of midterms week, and I’m one blog post away from kicking back and relaxing. Ok, that’s not strictly true, I still have to pack my things, check out some books to take on the road with me, and unload the dishwasher, but for most intents and purposes, I’m about finished for the week.

On Why Doing a Bio Class Helped My Photography

It has been a while since I posted. Mostly because it is my last term here at the College, and between doing 20 credits and working and doing time in the studio, I barely have time to smell the daisies.

But then, this post is exactly about my classes.

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.

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