So recently I have developed a new hobby. It is surprising what 3 months of no school will do to you. I am all for weeding my garden and taking care of chickens, but that isn't enough to keep me occupied. I started off with frolf, and also started taking panoramic photographs, some of which have been posted on this blog before. (I think a hobby is necessary because it helps keep your mind fresh, and ready for such stuff as work.) Recently I started doing two more things. I picked up Go, which is an old Asian board game. I like to think of it as chess, but on amphetamines.
I’ve been getting advice about college since the weeks leading up to my high school graduation. A lot of advice. I've yet to experience any of it, but here are some of the most common and most interesting things I’ve heard from wise minds:
So, my summer is a little different compared to the last two years. My mom just finished moving from Boise out to Caldwell. Aside from school, I've lived in Boise since I was 2 years old. I'm currently paying rent at my Fraternity house, and now more than ever, I really feel that Caldwell is my home.
The C of I theatre department has became a second family to me. I encountered an abundance of spectacular opportunities within the department, including the opportunity to attend the weeklong Kennedy Center/American College Theatre Festival. Not ready to put my theatrical duties on the shelf for summer vacation, I have returned to the Sixth Street Theatre stage for my third summer season.
"We're cleaning out all the closets on Friday," my father proclaimed one evening last week. And when he said all the closets, he was including mine, and there was no way I was getting out of it. Talking my father out of anything when he gets an idea in his head is nigh impossible, and I wasn't about to attempt to do so now. I wasn't looking forward to the task of sifting through whatever lurked inside a storage space I hadn't thoroughly cleaned in years, especially since I knew I had work later on in the day...but as it turns out, father really does know best.
This is my very first blog post ever, so I might as well say something about myself. I live about 7 hours from campus, in a small town between Mt. Hood and Portland, Oregon. This summer, I have a job working for a local farm, selling berries and other fruit at Portland area Farmer’s Markets. This job is really great because I get to eat fruit and talk to people all day. I also get to see, firsthand, that Fred Armisen’s Portlandia is almost entirely accurate. At least of the people who shop at Farmer’s Markets.
June has been my month of firsts. Although I have already spent 3 years at C of I and am about to enter into my senior year, there are a lot of things that I had not discovered until the end of last month. The first new experience for me is that I am still in America. This may seem strange, but I have never spent a summer in the U.S., preferring normally to fly home to Australia. However, the cold winter months of June and July in Australia did not seem appealing this year (the seasons are reversed in the Southern Hemisphere) as I was sick of living in an eternal winter.
It’s mid-July, and school won't start for another month and a half. But in the spirit of speeding up the clock and getting started, I’ve ordered my textbooks and am watching them slowly appear in boxes and padded envelopes on my doorstep.