Caldwell is a libertarian paradise. On the drive in from the interstate, we are greeted by the Ralph Smeed sign, warning us about the dangers of President Obama, national healthcare regimes, and the Reptilian Illuminati. It is then no wonder that we have no adequate tax regime to afford timely snowplow services to accommodate our intermountain, high desert, climate. Fierce independence doesn’t justify that kind of creeping government intrusion.
And thank goodness for that because it means we get snow days.
For freshmen, sophomores and juniors, going home for the holidays is a cute and fun break with the family, free of worries. But for seniors, being home for the holidays means you can’t avoid the one question you’ve hated your whole life: so… what’s next?
Our family went to my grandparent’s cabin on the Wyoming-Idaho border for the weekend. In stark contrast to the densely populated boroughs of New York, Palisades Reservoir is still and silent in the winter. I decided to strap on a pair of snowshoes and crunch through the undisturbed feet of freshly fallen snow to the summit of a mountain behind the cabin.
I’ve been to two cities more populous than New York. Istanbul and Jakarta are both sprawling metropolises containing every imaginable segment of societal development, and Jakarta is even more densely populated than New York. What was striking to me about New York though is that it hit a boom when it was slated to be the modern center of civilization.
I'm probably not the only one who envisions herself as the spunky main-character in a book, movie, or play...and I really hope that I’m not the only one willing to admit it. Before you think I’m vain or selfish, let me explain. I completely realize that my hopes were just dreams. I was never going to be the lead or main-character.
I did not know that there were two air and space museums in Washington D.C. until my second time visiting. The first and most popular museum is right on the National Mall near the Capitol. The National Mall is the symbolic center of Washington D.C.
I was coloring a cartoon turkey in a color book app on my phone when I told my mom I couldn’t come home for Thanksgiving. This was the fourth year in a row, and the brightly colored feathers on my little gobble friend were the only thing distracting me from breaking down and crying.
I miss my family. I miss the house I grew up in and the sun-filled California sky. I miss my mom’s cooking and my dad’s jokes. I miss talking with my sister and hanging out with my brother. I miss my four dogs--even when every piece of clothing I owned had hair on it.
Halfway through the fall semester of my senior year, I realize that I have spent an entire three years in college already. I appreciate that I am now interning in Washington D.C.; that I have traveled to New Orleans, Portland, California, and Indonesia for school or extracurricular student activities in that time; and that I've had the opportunity to DJ and chair committees for school. When touring The College of Idaho during the spring semester of my last year of high school, I asked professor Jasper LiCalzi what was the most challenging aspect of attending of the C of I.