A whole two years ago, when I was headed into my freshmen year, I tried to adopt the policy of saying “yes.” As in, I would say yes to whatever new experience was being offered up. Do you want to go rafting? Yes. Do you want to join a sorority? Yes. Do you want to go to this concert? Yes. Do you want to jump into this lake? Yes. Do you want to hang out and eat chips and salsa? Yes. Do you want to go to this party? Yes. Do you want to volunteer at this event? Yes. Do you want to write this article? Yes.
So as I write this, I have 6 days left at home, and then I come back stateside. It has been an interesting last 3 months. A short summary would be that I flew from Boise to Kashmir, which took me 2 days. and then, 2 days later, I flew from Kashmir to Guwahati, to do my Davis Peace Project with Operation Smile. Coming back after almost a month, I stayed at home for 10 days and went to Leh to meet my old friend Sohum. Post that, I have been roving around the valley, in spite of the local troubles.
Around this time last year, the end of summer seemed to be ending on solid ground. My future was comfortably set in stone; no last minute changes of plan were on any horizon. I had my books, I had many of my things packed, I knew when I would be moving back to campus and who I would see when I got there, and I even had a good, end of summer hangout session planned with my closest local friends. But this year, with only a couple more weeks before fall classes start, I feel like I'm in a state of flux.
Roommates: one of college’s most quintessential adventures. For some, sharing a room with another human person is old hat. Others, like yours truly, are accustomed to their solitude so the idea of suddenly having someone just there, occupying the same living space as you is kind of/sort of/absolutely terrifying.
Well, my first group of friends just left. My friend Dalio left last week for TCU, and my friend Madi leaves Wednesday for University of Idaho. It's weird saying goodbye to people, especially the ones that I know I may never see again. It's weird to think about, but I am getting so excited for the next chapter. I've been eating at my favorite restaurants, hanging out with friends and spending time with my family. It's almost getting a little too busy for me, but I'm definitely enjoying my remaining time at home.
I have wanted to go to France, and especially Paris, for as long as I can remember. I read the Madeline books when I was little and fell in love. I took French classes and learned the language and the culture. I read books about Paris. I hosted a French exchange student. And this summer, I finally got to go.
Aside from a torrent of Facebook posts about people trickling back into Caldwell, another sure sign of impending return is the coming and going of the first Coyote deadline.
Wednesday morning was the deadline appointed by our new Editor in Chief, Skylar Barsanti. Skylar happens to be one of my sorority sisters, as well as a London compatriot, and I’m excited to see where she takes the paper this year.
In the Japanese religion of Shinto, a great emphasis is made on cleanliness and purity, with various elements and events contributing to the purity not only of the individual, but of the individual's surroundings. One of the most major catastrophies in Shinto is death, said to be the most impure of all things. A house in which a death has occurred must be scrubbed from top to bottom to appease the spirits and prevent further spiritual damage.