Two weeks of the school year left and I’m totally not freaking out so let’s not even talk about it again okay great.
In all honesty, I have been too busy to freak out. I call it The Final Paradox (oh! Totally rad band name idea!) and it happens at the end of every year; I get so overwhelmed working on final projects and papers that I don’t even realize the school year has ended until its mid-June and I’m at home eating cereal at 3 am.
Thursday night and I’m on the chaise. I’ve just helped Stefan pour Kikoman soy sauce into four, gallon-sized ziplocks of raw chicken. We have 20 pounds of chicken and 12 pounds of flank steak in our refrigerator right now, which is especially strange when you stop to consider that Stefan’s a vegetarian and I refuse to cook meat.
Well, no. That’s not true. I love sequels. But you’re supposed to say you hate sequels because it makes you sound much more refined and callipygian. That’s fine or whatever but... I mean…The Winter Soldier. Come on! Or The Dark Knight Rises! And what about Wrath of Khan?
C of I sometimes amazes me with the incredible experiences I get to have here that I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere else. Today we had the Israeli Deputy Consul to the Pacific Northwest, Eyal Naor visit the College of Idaho. Even without my different professors’ admonitions to go to his events, I knew this was something I didn’t want to miss.
I lied last week. The weather isn’t stabilizing at all. After a week of warmth, we’re back to a radical icy seesaw that is so much worse now that we know what warm is. After spending my Saturday morning in the middle of the mountains for a Natural History field trip, I learned how unforgiving weather can be. It was the kind of weather that can only be described using passages from an 1800’s frontiersman diary:
“Dear Diary, the weather toys with emotions and makes fools of us all with its subtle malice. Also, consumption is unfortunate. Signed Jedidiah Jodidiah.”
Spring Break – that quintessential college experience where you get away from school for a whole week and party it up in the Caribbean, or someplace similarly exotic. Right? Wrong. Well, sort of. For my spring break, I definitely got awake from school for a week, but I didn’t really do any partying, and I guess San Francisco is sort of exotic? But I had a great time nonetheless.
Spring Break is winding down, and I’m about to head out to Michigan. In theory I should have done my to-a-different-time-zone-traveling at the start of break, but it just worked backwards this time. Instead, I kicked off break in Marsing with my SLC based boyfriend, house-sitting and cat babysitting for my favorite archivist. Essentially, Stephen and I spent the first half of break in a beautiful, art-filled house with gorgeous views, and with wild bunnies and quail running around outside.