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The Miocene and the Metaphor

The thing about PEAK is that you are kind of expected to hate it. Just a little bit. It makes sense for you to dislike it, really.

On principle, it’s the academic version of having to choose which questionable bar patrons you want to sit next to for an evening. The exception being that it’s not just for one night, it’s for four years. And the people you decide on are going to give you a grade at the end of every  topic you guys awkwardly small-talk through.

Fox in Socks

I do a lot of reading in college. This week’s reading has included Palestine Speaks, Palestinian Walks, Jane Eyre, The Real Charlotte, and Fox in Socks. The first two are for my World Lit course, the second two are for my senior thesis, and the last one was for Dr. Seuss Night, which I’ve just gotten back from.

Twenty-One Questions

It’s March 4th and you know what that means.

Well, actually, you probably don’t. Let me refresh your memory.

Not only is March 4th the only day of the year that can be read as a full sentence, it is also this blogger’s birthday. Last year, I celebrated the day with a post answering 20 questions related to life, love, and the pursuit of a college education. So I thought I’d do it again in honor of turning 21. For the sake of the sake, these questions are brought to you by a sketchy random question generator I found online.


What We Talk About When We Talk about Star Trek.

This post isn’t going to be funny and for that I apologize.

If you’ve followed this blog since the very start, there is one thing you can’t help but notice and that is the fact that Star Trek is kind of my life. I’ve never written a post that didn’t have a Star Trek reference hidden in it somewhere. That’s just how I write. It’s who I am. And it’s how I frame my experiences. So when I got online this morning and read the news that Leonard Nimoy had died, I threw out the post that I originally planned for this week.

Quotes from Professors - Round 2!

So remember when I wrote that post about all the funny things POE professors say? Well, I have been collecting more quotes, so I figured, what better time to bring back the hilariousness of C of I professors? Now including history and music professors!

"Can you imagine Jasper having a gun? He can't even trim his own bushes without cutting his finger off!" -Hunter

“We sound like an incredibly apologetic mariachi band.” – Dr. Wells

Creature Comforts

Illness has finally taken me. I’ve been lying on my chaise since 4, when I got out of my last class, and don’t feel bad about it. I also napped shamelessly, and then panicked upon wakening because I thought it was Friday morning. I have a test in Idaho Natural History tomorrow, and instead of studying the questions, I’ve been watching Your Inner Fish on Netflix, hoping that will get my science brain going. I’m trying to get healthy in time for another very promising weekend.


I’m writing this blog post at the COI Oscar Party, which seems completely appropriate given the circumstances. This afternoon I got back from a week at the Kennedy Center American College Theater Festival, held this year in the lovely but FREEZING Ellensburg, WA.

It was a lot of fun.

I Know Things Now

So it goes like this:

In college, you learn stuff. That’s kind of the whole point. You learn and learn and then, suddenly, you’re in the real world and you have a job and wife named Helen and a dog with three legs that you guys rescued from the shelter and you eat kale a lot and watch shows with Tim Allen and find them funny, for some reason.

And then you die.

It’s good fun, apparently.

A Recently Returned London Explorer's Advice to Future London Explorers


If you’ve clicked onto this to read that means that you have some interest in/ have decided to do the study abroad program in London! YAY! Go you, you amazing person, because this is going to be one of the absolute best decisions of your life and you are going to love every single moment of it.

2C After Five Months, Five Countries, and A Lot of Moving

I am officially back in the Treasure Valley. I’m just not officially back on campus yet. I have started to schlep my belongings over to the Village, one carload at a time, but I’m not sleeping there, which is what I consider the threshold for being officially back.

Before I flew in on Sunday, I finished up whatever it was I was doing in Ireland, stopped in London, went to the Queen’s house, and then hit up Sundance. Somehow I neglected to visit Florida. But my best friend went, and brought me back a Hemingway magnet, which is almost as good.