If you’ve ever driven to the College of Idaho, chances are you were on the Boulevard at one point or another. The Boulevard, officially named Caldwell Boulevard, borders the College on its northern side, and serves as the main artery that flows between Caldwell and Nampa.
Welcome to the second installment of Dos and Don'ts, the monthly series in which I impart the wisdom I've gathered over 4 and a half semesters of college life to you, the reader. Don't worry, it's a lot more fun than it sounds.
The hottest topic right now with the International Student Organization is the annual Cultural Show. This is the biggest event that the ISO hosts and the preparations for it this year are absolutely incredible.
A habit I have developed in my time here at C of I is writing down things that professors say. Yes, I know, everyone takes notes, but these are more random, weird and funny quotes that I will remember for a very long time.
Because I’m majoring in political economy, these are all quotes from the POE professors, but I think they’re quite hilarious. I’ve spent a lot of time collecting these (plus it makes class go a lot faster!), so here are some of my favorites:
“We are all, in other words, prostitutes.” – Hunter (he's famous for this one)
There is nothing that brings the C of I family together quite like free sandwiches. That, along with the hope that we might just see someone get hit in the face by a leather-bound canon going 50 mph and we have ourselves one exciting Saturday night.
The Lady Yotes geared up for a match against Salem, Oregon’s Corban University. The winner would be granted a lifetime subscription to Cat Fancy magazine and the loser would get…I don’t know. This joke sort of got away from me readers. I apologize. I’ll be sharper with my comedic skills next week.
It’s only early November, but holiday indicators are starting to show up. Albertson’s has Christmas candy out, I have holiday themed soap in my bathroom, and Bon Appétit has sent out its advertisement about buying holiday pies. This afternoon, I’ll be helping put up one more indicator of the impending Christmas season, with the Giving Tree.
First off, I apologize for being late on this post. I haven’t blogged in over a month and that is due in large part to my busy schedule. This town had a very interesting October. Since my last post, our nation experienced the first partial government shutdown in 17 years. The House and Senate were unable to agree on a budget to fund the federal government and as a result national parks, monuments, and museums were closed and between half a million to 800,000 federal employees were furloughed – including myself.
Last week when I was home for fall break has really made it feel like fall. Fall is an interesting season because everything is dying, but it’s beautiful. I love fall. All the beautiful colors of the leaves, the smell that invades everything, drinking hot tea and cocoa, and finally getting to wear boots and sweaters.
Rev up your broomsticks, practice your ghoulish wails, and put your dentist on speed dial, ladies and gentleman, because it’s Halloween and things are about to get a whole lot of weird.
I had class today with Miley Cyrus. So already, that’s a little bit abnormal for my regular Thursdays. And there was a ghost there, but that wasn’t unusual. If horror movies have taught me anything, it’s that colleges are the ideal ghost hang-outs. And, Gregory is cool and kind of keeps to himself, so everyone is pretty okay with him.
Halloween, one of my friends has aptly observed, is really more like “Halloweek,” because at the College, the festivities really do span a week. My Halloweek started out on Sunday with a Halloween theme chapter meeting with my sorority. My president wasn’t back from a trip to D.C. with our Model UN, so I presided over the meeting dressed as Frida Khalo, unibrow and all. Seeing my fellow KKGs in costume is an especially fun time because it’s a dress-up situation where everyone knows that a.) they’ll be inside and warm, and b.) that they’ll be among people who share their sense of humor.