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Thanks For Knowing My Name

Tuesday night, I tried to go to a play reading in Langroise. But as occasionally happens, there actually was no play reading on Tuesday. There were however, sabbatical presentations across the way in Jewett that made for a good substitute.

Storm Before the Calm

If you happen to be strolling through campus this week and you happen across the odd napping junior, crying freshman, sophomore in the fetal position, or senior in riot gear, fear not! It just happens to be mid-term week and such sights are normal, if not expected.

I have two papers due this week, three tests to study for, a poem to write, and some Shakespeare sonnets to dissect. Simply put, readers, please do not let my calm exterior fool you. Internally, I am a veritable “crazy hot mess” soup on the verge of boiling over.

What's in the Bag?

Meet my constant companion: the Shoe Bag. I spend more time with this bag than any one person in my life. It goes everywhere I go. I’m probably most identifiable on campus as that person who carries a bag with a giant retro Nike shoe on it. I can’t not carry the shoe bag, even when it makes for some pretty weird outfits. For instance, I am currently wearing a wool pencil skirt, grey silk blouse, and a knee length black dress coat. But the Shoe Bag still gets to come along because it’s so unbelievably functional.

C of I Am Special

Ever since I have been at the C of I, I have felt a sense of prestige, and I like figuring things out so I took some time to figure out what it is that makes the college so special.

Dos and Don'ts: Study Time

Considering that I've been around the proverbial collegiate block a few times, I figure now is as good a time as any to start letting you delightful readers in on some things I've learned outside of the classroom. Welcome to Dos and Don'ts, the first of a series I'll be doing once each month in which I do exactly what it says on the tin: giving you advice on things you should and shouldn't do on a certain subject. We'll get started with something that I learned to quickly become proficient in--the dying art of successful study time.

Wacky, Wonderful Weekend

Wow, a lot happened this weekend. I was really busy, and probably didn’t do as much homework as I should’ve, but it was still epic.

Wet Plate Skulls and trespassed Landscapes

So I have been in a slightly rough time with my campus blog. You see, normally, I would post about something cool I did the last couple of weeks, and that would be it. So come the start of September, I was all like, let's do this. But then I realised I actually did not have anything to blog about. Sure, I could talk about how my flight was, or some of that boring stuff, but I am a firm believer in the fact that if something is worth doing, it's worth doing well. So I waited. And then suddenly I was doing cool stuff.

Coyotes in the Outfield (and Other Such Adventures)

No accomplishment can compare to that of a Saturday well spent.

Saturdays, I put aside all books and assignments, forget to-do lists, and banish learning and all other scholarly activities. Those are all things to worry about some other time…like Sunday.  I had a fantastic Saturday, so, readers, join me as I take a walk down memory lane remembering all the wonderful times I had less than 48 hours ago. Ah, yes, the good ol’ days.

Pumpkin and Pie

If I’m not on campus, I’m usually visiting downtown Boise. But once in a while, a weekend outing will keep me closer to the College. Such was last weekend, which found me in nearby Nampa and Marsing. I was on the hunt for two things: a pumpkin, and some pie.

A lot on my plate

A month into school and I'm surviving. Well, honestly I am more than surviving, I'm loving it. I've made some great friends already and my classes are great.

I love the fact that there is no excuse for being unprepaired other than not managing your time. I also like how pretty much everything I have to do is in a 500-yard radius. It makes it seem like I can do a lot more in my day because I don't have to drive across town for every activity I do. I miss my family quite a bit, but I'm staying busy enough to keep from beeing homesick.

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