Thursday, July 19, 2012

Finding K in the weirdest places


Today, I realized that I am exactly half way through college. Not only do I have two more years of study, but my summer just hit the midway mark. In just under seven weeks, I will be on a plane to Budapest, Hungary to start my study abroad experience.

Where has the summer gone? I think I have fully recovered from one of the toughest quarters I have faced at K. I have spent most days lounging by the pool soaking up the sun and staying cool. I do not have a “normal” summer job, but I take care of my younger brother. He has autism and is 17. We both sleep until noon pretty much day. This leaves me with a pretty flexible schedule.

I have met my friends for the occasional Biggby run, read a few books, and caught up with a few friends from high school for some Michigan summer bonfires. Every summer around the Fourth of July, my family convenes in the Thumb where our family farm is located in the small villages of Port Austin and Port Hope – each about a mile from Lake Huron. In Port Hope, there is an annual Fourth of July festival with all the regular fixings: flea market, antique tractor show, tractor pull, chicken dinners, and a fireworks show. The festival is put on by Port Hope High School and the proceeds go toward the class trip for the seniors. In this town of just a few thousand people, you could never guess what I would find: a Kalamazoo College Zoonique poster! 

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Not so landlocked


Michigan summers have a way of being wildly unpredictable. I guess this is a trend of Michigan weather in general, but it is weird when one week you have low temperatures in the 40’s and within a few days there are three straight days that are humid with highs in the 90’s. I’ve grown up with this type of weather, being from the area, but it even manages to surprise me at times. 

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

SIP-ing and summer


It is a weird thing being in Kalamazoo over the summer.  I caught the tail end of graduation, and after all the names had been called, and all the diplomas had been received, and after everyone had embraced and congratulated their respective senior, the crowds trickled away.  There’s still the noise of the blowers and all the administrators are here, but without the hustle and bustle of students, our campus feels…not empty, but just incomplete.  What you are left with is peanut butter without the jelly, thunder without the lightning, Bert and no Ernie.  I miss the other half a little.