Student Experience Blog

The Last Break

One final eight weeks before an end. I cannot remember what a fall day looks like without class, but for scant breaks and busy weekends. There is a change coming. This is just the way it goes.

Yet, here we are, the final week-long break before any diploma grabbing.

Thank the lord.

It has been busy. Really busy. The amount of water in the jug on my back has gone oceanic.

These challenges are customary now. The mindset which accompanies such presumption comes from an optimistic place though. Change means seeing things differently and seeing different things.

We're An Irrational Bunch

Hi. It’s been a while. Sorry, I’ve been a bit neglectful of you guys. I have a confession though: I’m a Boonie. What a shocker that one is, right? Some people in this world get their jollies by pushing numbers around, and I guess I’m becoming one of the jolliest. Maybe there’s not glamour, I don’t know, but the future’s shiny to me. We won’t be lawyers, and heck, most of us on the ground floor of Boone won’t be going to med school. We get the research/engineering path.

Penultimate Professor Pronunciations (aka Quotes from Professors)

"Drumroll please...." Quotes from Professors is back!! Here's what the C of I professors have been talking about in class lately:

They are elaborating on their class rules:

“I don’t care if you’re Hemingway, I want what I want.” – LiCalzi

“For this piece, sound angry and like Arnold Schwarzenegger and we’ll be alright.” – Dr. Wells

“Take 30 seconds, free swim with the Italian.” – Dr. Wells

“This class is part paper-writing workshop, part group therapy.” – Dayley

What’s in a Word but Time and Coffee?

Some jerk said that you have to spend 10,000 hours doing something before you are truly a master at it. Thankfully that means I am a master of sitting, sleeping, being awake, listening to ABBA, and potentially even thinking. The last is to be debated. Yet, there is a particular mastery that I crave too deeply. The metrics are not entirely applicable, but still the hours linger when I start to think about my progress towards the dream goal:

Voorheesian Ramblings

Excuse me a moment. I feel the need to indulge. Voorhees is my home again and I want to express what that is like.

Rothko, Me, and the Literature Degree

I have been very fortunate as a student here at The College of Idaho to have two majors that I’ve loved in such a way as to make my probable future as a waitress somewhat worth it (I’m kidding Professor Schaper, I know how much you hate the waitress jokes). When I made the choice to major in Literature in English and Theatre, I knew it would likely be challenging, as both degrees rested within the same PEAK category.

Birds and Stuff

The thing about being a senior is that your so busy doing stuff for class, for clubs, for real life, that you don’t really have time to cry as much as you’d like. I mean, that’s a problem I hear people have. Not me, though. I never cry, especially not right now as I write this.

Senior Thesis (What!?) and Opera Singing

Well, this semester certainly threw me back into the swing of things quickly. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, since it is the spring semester of my senior year, but still. The first week of class, my professors kept saying, “Since you’re not that busy yet…” and I would internally hyperventilate because I was just as busy as I had been in the middle of last semester.

Cheers to the Kindlers!

Interviews scare the hell out of me.

So I decided to get scared.


As someone who is always in some degree of panic, I cannot express how much Winter Term means to me. Winter Term is quiet. College, like your Aunt Tammy’s personality, can only be described as much a lot; people are always expecting things from you, there’s shouting, and more often than not you’re crying. Winter Term is a break in the song, the instrumental jazz bridge before the swinging upbeat of the final refrain.