Student Experience Blog: September 2015

A "Fantastick" Night

This last weekend we went to the Idaho Shakespeare Festival to see “The Fantasticks” and it was bombbbbbbbb.

Let me set the scene.

Me; sunglasses, a backpack filled to the brim with boxed wine and those almond cookies from the World Market, a blanket for lounging on.

My friends; more blankets, more cookies from other delicious stores and, of course, more boxed wine.

Iceland: Land of... Ice?

I swear this was all Karly’s idea. I knew nothing at the time.

A few months after a conversation that consisted of, and I paraphrase:

“Hey, we should go to Iceland for a few days!”


We ended up in Keflavik, Iceland’s major airport, on a windy Wednesday morning, eyes red and heavy from the night time flight across the Atlantic.

I’m NOT a senior. Nope. I refuse to acknowledge it.

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.

Zero to Sixty, Theatre Style

Zero to Sixty, Theatre Style

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.

The Room that Time Forgot

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.

The Beginning of No End

There is no greater joy than the first day of a fresh semester. Busy bee students flock around with add-drop forms and binders that have yet to meet any sort of maddening notes. The fresh slate has come from the calm of summer and, therein, the chaotic tide of education erodes it into a monument of lessons learned and ideas to come. We pile these slates throughout our journey in the world of The College of Idaho, with four, sometimes more, towering as a reminder of what has been done and, in some cases, what will be done next.

Adventures with the Outdoor Program

When I first walked outside last Sunday morning, the last thing I wanted to do was get wet. There was a distinct chill in the air early in the morning, as well as a slight breeze. But I was determined to still go river rafting – there was no way I was going to miss it my senior year. The day had warmed up slightly by the time I met the other OP Staff at the bus to check everyone in.

Future Tense

My roommate keeps a life-size cardboard cutout of Ronald Reagan in our living room and every morning I wake up with the knowledge that, no matter what I do, I am still going to forget about him. Then, some unknown time later, I will be violently reminded of his presence and have a minor severe heart attack when I see his disapproving, wrinkly face and think that it’s the ghost of Christmas past.