Student Experience Blog: January 2017

College Dorms and Christmas Lights

I recently got a clapper for the Christmas lights I have strung up around my room. A clapper is a neat little product that you can plug lights into, and then plug it into the wall. If you set it up correctly, all you have to do to turn lights on and off is clap a couple times. It took maybe a total of ten minutes to finally get it working properly. My boyfriend and I stood incredibly close to the outlet the contraption was attached too, and progressively moved across the room to try and make sure it was listening from every corner of the room.

Mock Supreme Court

In the minds of most United States citizens, The Supreme Court is a bastion of the rule of law, the rights of man, and order. Professor Kerry Hunter’s winter term class version, Mock Supreme Court, allows students to put themselves in the shoes of the minds inhabiting the highest court in the United States.

Snow Day 2017 Memoir

Caldwell is a libertarian paradise. On the drive in from the interstate, we are greeted by the Ralph Smeed sign, warning us about the dangers of President Obama, national healthcare regimes, and the Reptilian Illuminati. It is then no wonder that we have no adequate tax regime to afford timely snowplow services to accommodate our intermountain, high desert, climate. Fierce independence doesn’t justify that kind of creeping government intrusion.

And thank goodness for that because it means we get snow days.

I Have No Idea Yet

For freshmen, sophomores and juniors, going home for the holidays is a cute and fun break with the family, free of worries. But for seniors, being home for the holidays means you can’t avoid the one question you’ve hated your whole life: so… what’s next?

Winter in Idaho

Our family went to my grandparent’s cabin on the Wyoming-Idaho border for the weekend. In stark contrast to the densely populated boroughs of New York, Palisades Reservoir is still and silent in the winter. I decided to strap on a pair of snowshoes and crunch through the undisturbed feet of freshly fallen snow to the summit of a mountain behind the cabin.