Spring weather is settling in, and this morning before class I spied a squirrel trying to eat the flowers off of a newly green tree outside my window. The main walkway trees are also starting to put out their flowers, which will make for a picturesque, if slightly smelly, campus in a few days.
Let me just start by saying the C of I Outdoor Program is awesome. They planned and executed an absolutely fantastic spring break trip to Moab. After an extremely long bus ride, we finally arrived in the warm weather and red rocks of Moab. We hurried to set up our tents and get dinner cooking before it got dark (something we didn’t entirely succeed in), and enjoyed a lovely campfire.
That’s the sound my brain makes when it goes into panic mood. It’s a piercing, keening noise that sounds like a moose is being strangled so unsuccessfully, he’s trying to laugh about it. So…that’s kind of where I am emotionally right now.
I woke up today and realized that Spring Break was technically over. And then, appropriately enough, it began raining outside. The house was quiet, oddly enough -- my parents had gone out to lunch somewhere fancy and my older brother was cloistered in his room, as is his custom. With not much else to do, I sat down next to our lovable chihuahua, Blu, on the landing of the stairs. Together, we watched the rain splash onto the windows, everything silent save for our breathing and the pitter-patter sounds of Rain on Rooftop, the symphony Beethoven never had a chance to write.
During the Sun Valley Film Festival, I was shy to talk to producers, directors and writers. I kinda want to kick myself for it because at the time, I did not fully understand the power of networking. I started thinking about it when I met a guy named Ron who graduated from the C of I and is now in the film industry and has worked with actors like Arnold Schwarzenegger. It was only after he told me there were a lot of C of I alumni at the festival that I wished I hadn't shied away from meeting new people, as he was so eager to communicate with us, share his contacts and give us advice.
It’s Friday afternoon of midterms week, and I’m one blog post away from kicking back and relaxing. Ok, that’s not strictly true, I still have to pack my things, check out some books to take on the road with me, and unload the dishwasher, but for most intents and purposes, I’m about finished for the week.
It has been a while since I posted. Mostly because it is my last term here at the College, and between doing 20 credits and working and doing time in the studio, I barely have time to smell the daisies.
It's been awhile since I've updated you on my life, faithful blog readers! Rest assured, I have not been swept away in this sudden influx of awesome spring weather. But truthfully, I've been pretty busy, especially with midterms coming up. Between the formal addition of pledges for Delta Tau Delta, major scholarship interviews, and far more reading about Shakespearean history than I could have predicted, I've had little time to stretch my blogging muscles.
Let me give you a brief snapshot of my life right now, readers.
It’s after 5 p.m. here, the sun is shining with more confidence than it has the previous (give or take) 136 days, I have no pressing deadlines to worry about, and I’m a college student. The last bit is important because, as I was telling one of my professors early this week, college students can be defined easily, as they are that unique age group where they all collectively embody pirates.
I had such an amazing time at the AFRO Jazz Festival.
The AFRO Club was able to get a prominent speaker, Vincent Kituku, who just basically portrayed a typical conversation between an African elder and youngsters. He told us about his transition from Kenya to the U.S. and it was absolutely hilarious. Also, there was "the moral of the story" even in the smallest details that he shared with us and it reminded me how in the African culture, an elder will tell children stories so they can learn an important life lesson from it.