When one spends their time primarily glued to The College of Idaho campus there is no greater treat than a visit to Boise. This is no insult to our home, for I do find myself lost in buildings and courses for hours on end, with a mind hungry for the atmosphere and a soul cozy in benches far and wide. I cannot, however, deny that Boise is a cultural explosion of experimentation that is bubbling more and more every day. I have been in the valley for about half of my life now and every year throws the horseshoe of creative freedom forward further.
The professors at the C of I are some of my favorite people ever. They are smart, witty and downright hilarious. Welcome to Quotes from Professors, Round 3! What kinds of things to professors talk about in class?
They comment on their colleagues:
“Loners, but well-behaved…that describes about ¾ of the teachers on this campus.” – Dayley
“For some reason, Hunter teaches all political philosophy revolves around prostitutes, I don’t know why.” – LiCalzi
As a senior, I’ve adopted the habit of giving out unwanted advice. Like your grandfather at family events, minus the inability to grasp basic technology. And my advice has more to do with college and less to do with The War. The problem, as my mom and her church group sees it, is that my advice is not exactly “good”. It’s more what you’d call “misguided” and “no thanks”.
Homecoming is a very strange time rife with the realizations of mortality smeared into your brain with a dash of melancholy. Alumni wander more frequently, from all ages and classes. Their eyes hold flashbacks to days long and short ago with a freshness that expresses itself in smiling mouths or stoic gazes. There is no greater way to see the strange oddity that is The College of Idaho and, really, anywhere on the planet than to witness paths and stories coalescing on familiar landmarks ranging from Berger’s Bench to the Kirkpatrick block of McCain.
It’s so weird being a senior. I mean, I know I’m a senior, but it hasn’t fully sunk in yet. People keep telling me “You’re graduating this year? That’s so exciting!” and I’m like “Actually it’s terrifying, because I have no idea what I’m doing.” My roommate and I have determined that the s-word (senior) is officially banned from our apartment because we are in denial about the fact that it actually applies to us.
This month has been ridiculous and I only have myself to blame.
As a senior, you would really think I’d have this whole college thing down, but after the lazy lack of real responsibility during summer, the return to COI always smacks me upside the head. There’s always so much to do and so many people to see and sometimes it feels like there aren’t enough hours in the day to get back into the swing of things.
In the Student Union building, if you take a right after the door, go up the staircase and down the hallway, you’ll find a little room that doesn’t exist. I like to hang out there on Wednesdays because homework goes a lot smoother if you are doing it in the middle of nowhere.