So it’s the second week of classes, and much like the rest of my fellow Yotes, I’m super busy with all of my classes. However, in a study of irony and spontaneity, I just got back from a game of Frisbee Golf around the campus, and now I’m settling into an evening of reading on the porch.

In my next post, I’ll talk a little bit about my classes, but today I’m going to take you inside the Delt Haus.

Today marks my first post with videos! My boss is cheering somewhere.

I’m back in Caldwell. I still haven’t unpacked the majority of my stuff, but I’m already enveloped in the warm, soupy mess of people, easy-mac, and porch-talks. Being “home” has allowed my mind to drift back into its usual cycles. A lot of that means the re-emergence of thoughts generally focused around one of my obligations as a Delt: recruitment.I serve on my chapter’s recruitment committee as its chair. I oversee the general activities of our chapter in regards to this vital process, and draft most of the plans for the events we hold when freshmen are interested in rushing.

I’m here! All these weeks of planning have finally come to an end. It all started on a Sunday. After a sad round of goodbyes to everyone I love, I was off on a four hour drive to Caldwell, Idaho. It was a sad day.  I was lucky enough to move in early because of a debate retreat, and even with the extra time, it took me around 12 hours and a couple of trips to Wal-Mart to settle down and have my room perfect.

Who knew an eight hour car ride could be so mundane? Oh that’s right… I did.  The trek across the Washington, Oregon and Idaho state borders could not have been more uninteresting.  Granted, it was beautiful weather, and the gorgeous landscapes and cornucopia of recently burnt cd’s helped pass the time.

Highlights of the trip:

By Andrew Moore

I’ve been slacking. I still don’t have most of the furniture for my room at the house pulled together for me to move in. At least I have a bed…

Right about now during the end of summer, there’s this weight that lives in that place right behind my eyes that doesn’t go away until I’ve slept a night in Caldwell after moving in. Don’t get me wrong; I’m super grateful to have a job, I like having home-cooked food with my family, and I like reading for pleasure.

By Sara Davis

Washington. The motherland, I like to call it, and it is the place I refer to as home.  As much as I enjoy my time in the Treasure Valley (still lookin’ for that treasure), I cherish the time spent on my own turf.  Just within this last week, I have seen all of the W-A’s dramatic sights, from the dry plains of Eastern Washington, to the rocky terrain of the Cascades…

By Sara Davis

Just got wind of some good news… I get to jack my dad’s bike for the school year!  As I return for round two at The College of Idaho, I am going to take advantage of the dreamy, flat terrain of Southwest Idaho. Last year I would start my morning jogging a couple blocks to the public library, or to the YMCA.… In my home town, a breezy jog or bike ride is rather unheard of (for each street is infamous for a hill, mountain slope, or valley that would make even Lance Armstrong shiver).

By Melanie Palmer

I’ll be making the trek back to Caldwell in about a week and a half, and lately I’ve been thinking about the things that I’m most excited about. Sometimes I feel like I live a double life between school and home – the difference in people, places, and routines makes me more aware of what I miss about the alternative.  Here are some of the things about my C of I life that I’m most excited about returning to…