So yesterday was every mathematician's favorite date: March 14th. To all my fellow non-math majors out there who might be confused as to the significance of this date, March 14th can be written as 3/14. This looks a lot like 3.14, which is about as many digits of Pi that most people remember. And if there's one thing that the students at Boone Hall hold close to their hearts, it's Pi. What better way to celebrate everyone's favorite irrational constant than to pig out on a food that's just a letter away?
I spent this last weekend in Tacoma, for my first collegiate track meet. For everyone who will never have the opportunity to experience a team road trip as a Yote, this is basically how it works for the track team:
1. Wake up early on Friday morning, get on the bus. If you are me, you will think about how important it is to not sleep through your alarm, so that you have a dream about sleeping through your alarm, so that when it happens in real life you think it's just another dream, and then actually wake up 5 minutes before the bus leaves.
The sun is coming out, coats are coming off and daylight savings has kicked in. You know what this means? It means that spring in almost upon us.
From looking at the weather this week, it would seem to be approaching at a rapid rate and I am so very glad. I love warm weather, I love the feeling of the sun on my back and I love to see the world around me come into bloom.
This morning, I woke up and realized I’d lost an hour of my life. Not in the sense that I’d wasted a precious hour sleeping in when I should have been out seizing the day, but because today is the unkind part of daylight savings time. I’m happy enough to have my phone set itself an hour back in the fall, but it’s hard to give up that hour in the spring. Mostly because it’s just about three o’clock in the afternoon and I’ve still got an essay to write, an essay to revise, a case study to read, and some French to knock out.
I've been extraordinarily lucky this semester with the way my scheduling worked out. Through no conscious thought of my own, every one of the classes I scheduled falls in the afternoon. I didn't realize until the start of term that every Monday through Friday I could sleep in until noon if I so choosed. Unlike all semesters prior to this spring when I had early morning, 9 a.m. classes, I could finally sleep in without feeling guilty.
This semester I'm taking SOC-100, the introduction to Sociology class. This is another chance for me to sample one of The College's brand new professors before I leave. It's being taught by Dr. Scott Draper, and to my satisfaction we've already dived into the methodological staples of sociology.One of the assignments I'm currently writing up is a mini-quantitative study. We were asked to deal with a question regarding gender and being a Greek student, I found this an easy chance to answer some of my curiosities about my campus.
I’ve spent a good part of my weekend working on my PEAK map. I already know I want to be a Math/Physics major, with a Dual-Degree Engineering minor. My other two minors are a little bit problematic. I’m having a hard time deciding between all of my options. I’m looking at Interactive Journalism, Psychology, Spanish Foundations, Anthropology/Sociology, and Computer Science and am honestly wishing that I could just do them all. Obviously, that is not very practical. I guess I should have spent a little bit more time in high school seriously considering what I wanted to do with my life.
Yesterday was a jam-packed day, and not necessarily in the sense of school work. Sure, there were about ten school related items on my to-do list, but sometimes the rest of college life beckons and I’ve got to answer.
It has begun, the last semester of my undergraduate life. It is a scary thought, a very scary thought. So scary in fact that I do not want to think about it. Not one little bit. What will I do after college, I have no idea. And that in itself is also quite scary. So for now I am not going to focus on that, instead I will attempt to focus on the scary pile of homework, which I will have to get through tonight.
This weekend, C of I's Chorale was invited to perform at the Morrison Center with the Boise Philharmonic and Master Chorale. It's the second year in a row that we've performed at this venue with such talented company, and it's a great honor. This year, the honor was even greater than last year ... but I'm struggling on how to describe why this is so.