Last year, as a lowly freshman, I found myself on a Friday night sitting around a table in the caf with my floor. Searching around for something to do one girl mentioned a “Hippie Fair” in Boise. So we decided to go. It turned out to be the Hyde Park Street Fair, and we all had a great time eating ice cream and getting airbrush tattoos.
I had never heard about the concept of the "Freshman Fifteen" until about a week before I arrived to C of I as an actual freshman. All you ever really hear about before you get to school are the positive things, like how many new friends you're going to make, or how awesome that degree will look framed on your wall. I can't think of any promotional material I read before entering college that explained this phenomenon of how most freshmen will gain at least 15 pounds of weight their first year at school.
When time travel finally becomes real, the very first thing I am going to do is prevent twerking from becoming a thing. But, the second thing I am absolutely going to do is run in on the day of my birth, right before my parents hold me up to the viewing public (Lion King style) and announce my name, to tell them that the name they just came up with for their baby girl is bad and that they should feel bad. And ashamed.
Did you see a lot of black-clothed people – some with glow sticks, some without – running around campus on Saturday night? Do you, perhaps live in Anderson and had some of those same black-clothed people pound on your door? If so, you witnessed Fugitive, an awesome experience that the Campus Ministries puts on. Fugitive is a game where there are cops and fugitives, and the fugitives had to get from point A to point B without getting caught by the cops.
I finally have a moment of peace where I can just sit down and update my blog post. From move in to my first two days of classes, it's been a pretty crazy week. I can't believe that only a week ago I was moving it, it feels so much longer, in a good way that is.
Classes have officially started here at C of I, and with them new beginnings. Granted, I hadn't expected one of those new beginnings to involve hairifying amounts of mustache puns, but I'm sure I'll shaver the experience nonetheless.
Because apparently I broke a mirror (or 20) in my youth, my return to campus yesterday was met with crisis.
After putting the finishing touches on my room, I was going over my schedule before classes resumed and my friend happened to notice something just a wee bit disconcerting, in regards to my Wednesdays. I have Intro to Film from 2:10-4:10…but my Poetry Workshop starts at 3:30.
After three carloads from Boise, I’m all moved into my apartment. I scored a spot in the two person Mustard apartments for the year, and am happily situated on the first floor. I moved in on Friday, and even after just a few days I’m reaping the benefits of Village living.
One of these benefits is still being on campus. McCain is less than a hundred meters from my patio, and I’m looking forward to being able to pick up my 12 oz chai on the way to class.