<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966</id><updated>2012-01-31T09:56:11.817-08:00</updated><category term='answers'/><category term='technology'/><category term='finance'/><category term='areas of emphasis'/><category term='college'/><category term='meeting'/><category term='boba tea'/><category term='computers'/><category term='town hall'/><category term='student'/><category term='human resources'/><category term='boulder greens'/><category term='business school'/><category term='boulder'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='first post'/><category term='the hill'/><category term='Leeds'/><category term='about me'/><category term='marketing'/><category term='october'/><category term='CU'/><category term='questions'/><category term='management'/><category term='part time job'/><category term='accounting'/><category term='marketing town hall meeting'/><title type='text'>Life as a Leeds First Year Student</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the Leeds First Year Student Blog! Follow our new blogger, Rebecca, as she navigates the highs and lows of college life- exams, friends, activities, laughs and reflections. It's the real deal. Join in the conversation!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sally Forester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321342443367998784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-2904924075531197336</id><published>2010-03-10T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:17:57.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part time job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leeds'/><title type='text'>Interested in becoming the Leeds First Year Student Blogger for 2010-2011?</title><content type='html'>The Leeds Office of Undergraduate Student Services is beginning our search for the 2010-2011 First Year Student Blogger.  If you plan to be a new first-year student beginning in the Fall of 2010 and love to write- please consider applying for this position.  This is a PAID part time position within the Leeds School of Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about the blogger position please visit: &lt;a href="http://www.leeds.colorado.edu/leedsfirstyear"&gt;http://www.leeds.colorado.edu/leedsfirstyear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on Leeds First Year Student Blogger Job Description for further information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have further questions please feel free to contact Sally Forester at 303-492-3530 or &lt;a href="mailto:Sally.Forester@Colorado.edu"&gt;Sally.Forester@Colorado.edu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-2904924075531197336?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2904924075531197336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=2904924075531197336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/2904924075531197336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/2904924075531197336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2010/03/interested-in-becoming-leeds-first-year.html' title='Interested in becoming the Leeds First Year Student Blogger for 2010-2011?'/><author><name>Sally Forester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321342443367998784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-417033510262737162</id><published>2009-12-20T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:57:12.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Goodbye My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have this white board in my old bedroom in my parent’s house that is still filled with a list of things to bring to college, which I hastily scribbled out five months ago. When I returned home sick, the list couldn’t help but draw my eye, with it’s bright blue scrawl now acting as the centerpiece in my empty room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Rock Climbing Gear&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Yoga Stuff&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Bedding…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is amazing that this messy little list is the best reminder of what I thought my first semester in college would be like. I was finally escaping god-forsaken Oklahoma to live at the base of the Rockies, in a town where yoga studios littered every corner and I could eat granola and yogurt every day. In the end, I did a pretty good job guessing what I would need for life in my teeny-tiny dorm. But I could never have predicted how my first semester would turn out. Though I put my climbing gear at the top of the list, I only made the time to go climbing once, and my yoga practice took a long vacation when my illness moved in. I did make ample use of my bedding (you become good friends with your sheets when you are bedridden for two months), and ate my weight in granola and yogurt. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I am moving back home to recover from my illness with my family’s support, and I have been reflecting on my first semester of college. I imagined that I would climb out of bed in the morning, dash off to yoga for an hour or two, maybe go to a few classes, then be off to the Flat Irons for an evening climb. Clearly, life had different plans. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish that I could offer up an insight from my experience, summarize in five hundred words or less the greater truth I have learned. But, I can’t. Like my situation right now, my emotions and insights are complicated. I enjoyed my time at CU; I will miss the school and my friends. But I know logically that returning to the University of Oklahoma is the best thing for me right now. I have no clear idea what I want to do with my life, or even what continent I will be on in six months. I do not even know where I will be living in January. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All I can really do is try to avoid poking my tender and confused emotions too much, and let them sort themselves out. I can bake Christmas cookies, enroll in classes, and try to find some way to build a new life in Oklahoma. Looking back, it was the times when I was goofing off with my friends, or doing what I loved that I was happiest. So, maybe it doesn’t matter what state I am in (and maybe Oklahoma is not as god-forsaken as I once thought), but what I do with the time that is given me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For now, the only insight I can offer you in my last post is this; life never fits in a plan. There is rarely a clear answer, and it is nearly impossible to pick a course and stick with it till the end. But despite my terribly confused life and my equally confused emotions, the monkey wrenches I have been thrown have made my life richer than I could have imagined when I first wrote my list on that abandoned white board. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-417033510262737162?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/417033510262737162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=417033510262737162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/417033510262737162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/417033510262737162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-goodbye-my-friends.html' title='This Is Goodbye My Friends'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-627586596598795851</id><published>2009-12-07T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:11:35.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living In A Closet-Sized Room With A Complete Stranger....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/Sx20cFVtuuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rtwKnaIzGtU/s1600-h/IMG_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/Sx20cFVtuuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rtwKnaIzGtU/s320/IMG_0707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412680721731795682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I never thought I would enjoy living in a teeny-tiny, off-white dorm room with a complete stranger, and I will admit, there were parts of living in the dorms that I absolutely loathed. The food is terrible (and bad for me to boot), the gentlemen who live above my room have terrible taste in techno music, and I cannot have a dog. But, overall, I am glad that I chose to live in the dorms.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the woman in the study abroad talk commented, “Living in a closet-sized room with a total stranger, no kitchen, and a public bathroom for a year is a uniquely American thing.” Most of my parent’s friends, who have long left their college days behind, simply shake their head and grimace when I describe the manner in which I live.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is amazing how the look they give me perfectly matches the looks I get while discussing my miserable, two month long mystery illness—as if they were equivalent levels of suffering. But honestly, though I play up the sympathy card with colorful descriptions of strange, gelatinous substances in the sinks and comparisons to high-class refugee camps, it is not that miserable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have never been in a place that is so silly and carefree. We prance around and two o’clock in the morning, stealing people’s chairs and hiding them in the public showers. Doors are never locked here, and I constantly have girls walking into my room heralding the usual opening phrase, “I have the best gossip.” We watch the gag reel of “Star Trek 2009” seven times in a row, and my roommate reads me bedtime stories about all the chemicals in refined sugar that will make me grow a third arm twenty years down the road.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I spent all of last night camped out in on my friend’s obnoxiously pink shag rug (honestly, it looks like Barbie vomited on it) playing “Star Wars Trivial Pursuit” with my roommate and friend Chelsea (whose depths of nerd knowledge never fail to amaze me). We pig out on Cosmos Pizza and chocolate-chip cookies, paint our toenails, and mercilessly judge the hot (or not hot) men on TV.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nights like those are the ones that have made my college experience worthwhile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love that company is only a few steps and a knock on the door away. I have gotten to know the girls in my hall like I have never known anyone before.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How many people get to see that Miss Southern Bell Emma is a trekkie? Or that Caroline (a biology major) has always dreamed of being a D.J.? Or that Diana has a completely irrational fear of fish? But, these are the silly things you learn about someone’s private life that you cannot learn without hanging out on a Tuesday night, and a Wednesday night, and Thursday, and well you catch my drift.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My roommate, Diana, has been the most worthwhile thing about the dorms. She is a quirky, considerate, bundle of chaos. She is always up for anything, she is a modern twist on her old-school hippie mother and father, she has these disturbingly bohemian moments, she shops for shoes in Prague, and she one of the most down-to-earth people I know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As shocked as I am to hear myself saying this, living in a closet sized room with a complete stranger was the best thing I have done for myself in college. I don’t know what I would do without Diana’s wise/bohemian/amazingly down to earth/off the wall advice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The funny thing is that we are not best friends (we would probably slit each other’s throats if we saw much more of each other); she is more like my favorite cousin. She knows all of the minute details of my existence: from my worst hair days, to my strange compulsion to make my bed (which only developed after I moved out of my parent’s house—sorry mom), to my unhealthy obsession with “The West Wing.” It is amazing to have someone who knows me that well to seek opinions from, and who gives those opinions without an opinion about who I should become.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I will come to miss our daily floor-wide exercise-video workouts (ordered off an infomercial—as the best kinds always are), our lazy nights spent flipping through Cosmo and discussing the latest scandals, and most of all, the companionship that is inevitably born from living in such close proximity to one another. But let’s be honest, despite all the good, I won’t be signing up for another year in the dorms. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-627586596598795851?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/627586596598795851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=627586596598795851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/627586596598795851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/627586596598795851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-in-closet-sized-room-with.html' title='Living In A Closet-Sized Room With A Complete Stranger....'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/Sx20cFVtuuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rtwKnaIzGtU/s72-c/IMG_0707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-4303938145738443283</id><published>2009-11-20T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:05:12.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Home Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mother looked at me across the kitchen counter in her home in Oklahoma. “You are flying home tomorrow, don’t forget,” she said in mock serious tones. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh right, I can’t wait to see you,” I replied with similar gravity. “There is one hitch,” I continued with our ruse, “how am I supposed to fly home when I am already here?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was supposed to be packing my bags right now to leave for Thanksgiving Break tomorrow afternoon. However, life had different plans. About a month ago, I got sick…very sick. I have somehow royally angered the sickness gods, because I have still not recovered, or shown many signs of progress. To top it all off, we have no idea what is wrong with me, and no clue as to when I will get better. So, I returned home a week ago to recover (hence the delay in posts; sorry about that).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is one of those situations that my “how to survive college” books and orientations meetings (yes, I actually paid attention to those—I know I am a nerd) did not guide me through.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like all real-life situations, I have been forced to learn a few things.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1) &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Email your professors—incessantly. &lt;/b&gt;From the moment you first wake up feeling like you have been hit by a train to the time when the last traces of the sniffles are a distant memory, give them updates on your status and limitations. I am not exaggerating when I say that you should tell them about every cough, doctor’s appointment, and missed lecture. They need you to document your condition so they can help you recover your semester when you recover your health. If you mysteriously disappear in the middle of semester without any communications, they will either assume that you have become a practitioner of “skis and c’s” or will file a missing person’s report on you. Either will leave a large, persistent headache waiting to welcome you back with open arms. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2) &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Get doctors to sign off on everything. &lt;/b&gt;It is hard to argue with a doctor’s note saying you are too sick to go to class. And this could come in handy if you are forced to withdraw for a semester, or if you are sick for long enough to need extra help catching up in your classes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3) &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Don’t be a hermit. &lt;/b&gt;For the first two-and-a-half weeks, I tried to tough out my illness on my own. This was probably the single stupidest thing I have ever done. Once my parent’s found out that I had told no one of my condition and berated me for my foolishness, I decided that instead spending the next seventeen days spent locked in my closet sized dorm room eating only canned soup and toast, I would start to ask for help. On the bright side, eating only canned soup nipped that freshman fifteen problem right in the butt. But, losing fifteen pounds because you are too weak to get out of bed and feed yourself and are too stubborn to ask for help is not what I would call ideal. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Once I told people that I was ill, I have received a rather overwhelming number of offers of help and concern. The day when my friend Bianca charged into my room, breaking a three day streak of almost complete isolation, and announced that she was going to hang out with me for a few hours and would not be catching what I have (The only explanation of that assurance was her bark of “mind over matter.”) may well have been the happiest moment of my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After I saw sense and started communicating with others about my situation, my standard of living has dramatically improved. My professors have all assured me that they are more than willing to help me in any way they can to recover my semester. Both of my bosses pardoned any work or deadline I had to meet. My mom came and took care of me for a few days, then took me home to my nice big bed, kitchen, and puppy dog! Even my doctor at Wardenburg has been wonderfully helpful, writing notes to my teachers, copying my lab results for me, and even calling every day to check in on how I am doing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't know when I will get better (I admit I was a very disappointed that I did not recover immediately upon returning home; I had secretly hoped it was just an acute case of homesickness). For now, all I can do is try my best to enjoy my forced vacation, and try not to stress about the semesters to come. As all of my teacher and friends have told me, right now I need to “focus on getting better.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-4303938145738443283?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4303938145738443283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=4303938145738443283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4303938145738443283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4303938145738443283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/11/gone-home-sick.html' title='Gone Home Sick'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-7397530237195291606</id><published>2009-11-19T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:44:13.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Save Me From My Dad's Tofurky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SwYeUjJJRjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QEhSRfTm21Y/s1600/3582482883_757acfd19c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SwYeUjJJRjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QEhSRfTm21Y/s320/3582482883_757acfd19c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406041741084673586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, Thanksgiving is just around the corner. I am lucky enough to be celebrating the holiday with my family this year. But, like all time spent with family, this comes with a catch. This will be my first Thanksgiving as a vegetarian and my dad has some peculiar attachment to feeding me meat substitutes. Now, I have nothing against tofu or tempe, but really there is only so much fake meat a person can take. I am to the point where I would very much like to beat him senseless with one of his soy sausages. But, I know that he is well intentioned, so do you have any suggestions for a protein-rich Thanksgiving dish (with no soy-based meaty mystery substances) that I can tactfully recommend instead? Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-7397530237195291606?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7397530237195291606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=7397530237195291606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7397530237195291606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7397530237195291606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-save-me-from-my-dads-tofurky.html' title='Please Save Me From My Dad&apos;s Tofurky!'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SwYeUjJJRjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QEhSRfTm21Y/s72-c/3582482883_757acfd19c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-8703254414565902118</id><published>2009-11-05T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:29:43.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Pumpkin Run Divides Boulder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Due to adult content, there will be no picture accompanying this post. Viewer discretion advised.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Boulder’s latest scandal has made national news, or at least the top stories in the Wall Street Journal &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB125693458626119361.html"&gt;http://online.wsj.com/article/SB125693458626119361.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I read it sometimes because they give it to me for free in the Business School—see mom, having things “just handed to you” can teach me important things). Every year the residents of Boulder, including many CU students, partake in a very Boulder-like tradition called the Naked Pumpkin Run. I am sure you will be shocked to find out that this run is exactly what it sounds like; runners strip down to their skins, place hollowed out pumpkins on their heads, and run down Pearl Street at an undisclosed hour on Halloween night (normally around midnight). For years, hordes of adoring fans have gathered in the city’s center street to cheer them on, while the police stand by a bit helplessly (this may be due to the fact that it is not actually illegal to run naked through the streets in Boulder, or maybe just a natural shyness about tackling and arresting naked people). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This year, that has changed…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It seems that the chief of police is trying to crack down on these nudist runners—much to the shock and dismay of Boulder citizens. As the Wall Street Journal put it, “the city has had a long, proud history of nudity.” Yet, this Halloween, the police deployed forty officers and two SWAT teams to patrol the three-block area, under orders to arrest any naked runners as sex offenders (Aren’t SWAT teams normally used in emergencies like hostage situations and terrorist attacks? I somehow doubt that a throng of naked runners qualifies as a national emergency.)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Residents fear that the police action will tarnish Boulder’s reputation as a city over-run with crazy, upper-class hippies. Even the mayor is against the police’s crack down. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It now seems like Boulder is splitting at the seams. With public officials picking sides I would like to know what you all think. Have the police gone too far? Or is this Boulder rite of passage a little too strange for civilized society? I personally am a fan of the run, but my word is not law (sadly) and the debate rages on in Boulder. Hapa Restaurant found the silver lining to this situation and are raking in the publicity for their brilliant ad campaign—giving out free orange underwear with “Run Responsibly” printed on the back (&lt;a href="http://www.dailycamera.com/archivesearch/ci_13661322"&gt;http://www.dailycamera.com/archivesearch/ci_13661322&lt;/a&gt;). But many runners refused the free gift, bearing it all to let Boulder be, well, Boulder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-8703254414565902118?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8703254414565902118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=8703254414565902118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8703254414565902118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8703254414565902118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/11/naked-pumpkin-run-divides-boulder_05.html' title='Naked Pumpkin Run Divides Boulder!'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-9113058494445725342</id><published>2009-10-28T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:18:02.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SujC8om_3lI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LFWYOa4EYX0/s1600-h/IMG_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SujC8om_3lI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LFWYOa4EYX0/s320/IMG_0806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397778500352466514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is snowing today. The sky has that peculiar texture that it obtains only when it snows—composed of dense, light grey clouds, without a single break for the entire skyline—so that it looks like the normally blue sky has been blocked out by a warm, old blanket that all of CU is snuggling up under. I am curled up underneath the biggest window in my dorm, drinking a mug of hot chocolate as big as my head, and watching the fat flakes fall from the sky.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back in Oklahoma, snow was a special occasion. During the one or two snowfalls a year, everyone would cluster by the window and watch the flakes come down. When it snowed, schools would shut down, parents would brew hot chocolate, and kids would hurl themselves out to play at the lightest dusting of white on the ground. Snow cemented its special place in my heart one morning when I was eight or nine. My sister and mother and I had made a Jello cake the night before. But, it was not ready before bed, so I was condemned to leave it for dessert the night after. When I woke the next morning and bounced to breakfast, what to my wondering eyes did appear? My mother, holding a large slice of Jello cake and a steaming mug of hot coco to hype me up for a day in the snow. We never, ever ate desserts at my house; so naturally, I could not believe my eyes. I kept glancing up at my mom, waiting for her to change her mind, and snatch the plate away. But she never did. After I finished what was probably the happiest meal of my life, my big sister and I ran outside and played all day in a sugared-up frenzy. My mom even took time off of work to help us build the biggest snow fort in history!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, I have found that in Colorado, snow does not hold the same magic. Most of the natives I know simply sigh, pull on their snow boots, and resign themselves to a day of slogging through the mud to get to class. At the beginning of summer, when I was waiting out the ninety-degree heat, I would chatter on to my new friends about how I could not wait for it to snow. Most of them looked at me baffled. “Why? Snow is so annoying,” they would reply. So naturally, today as I bundled up in my snow gear, ready to play in the snow, my roommate looks at me, shakes her head, and just says, “No. I am going to fall over. My boots are going to get wet.” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have begun to react to college in a similar manner to Coloradoans and the snow. Many mornings I sigh, pull up a stack of books, and begin to tackle that day’s to-do list. I have found that college is surprisingly monotonous. Granted, there are great opportunities, but most of my days are spent hacking away at endless homework, keeping up with my paid work, or going to class. Maybe it is just the truth of anything that you live everyday, but the shiny has rubbed off of college, and it can just be tedious.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, the snow reminded me to look for the magic in my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Despite the mud on my academic boots, college is still this fairy-tale place where we can hang out with other intellectuals, sample almost every type of subject imaginable in search of our passion, and when we finally do find a passion, study under leaders in the field.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the midst of midterm season, I too often focus on the work and the stress, and I lose sight of just how good my life is right now. But, when I am feeling most worn down, I pass in front of a window and watch the flakes come down. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-9113058494445725342?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/9113058494445725342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=9113058494445725342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/9113058494445725342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/9113058494445725342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/10/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SujC8om_3lI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LFWYOa4EYX0/s72-c/IMG_0806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-3937327344998378139</id><published>2009-10-23T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:10:01.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SuH-0QYAvAI/AAAAAAAAADg/mBLZ6pv_tFc/s1600-h/IMG_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SuH-0QYAvAI/AAAAAAAAADg/mBLZ6pv_tFc/s320/IMG_0798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395874002268896258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am sitting in bed, watching an inflatable bat that is hanging from the ceiling spin slowly in circles, and this particular bat is making me very homesick.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mother brought me my inflatable bat—along with some fake spider web and a skeleton that looks like he is spending all of his afterlife tripping on acid—this past weekend during their visit. My mom and dad, as well as an estimated four thousand six hundred other parents, descended upon the campus last weekend for Family Weekend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I thought you might like these—since you love to decorate so much,” she giggled with a wink, as she pulled the Halloween decorations out of the duffle bag of goodies my parents brought me. We spent the next hour oohing and awing over my loot, and turning my taupe colored dorm into a very, very small haunted house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SuH_JrQZf1I/AAAAAAAAADw/RSPingC31Wo/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395874370261974866" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In many respects, my family’s first Family Weekend was a lot like Christmas. Not just because my dad looks eerily like Santa (I actually thought he was Santa when I was little because he had a workshop and wore lots of red around Christmas. He wears the red, I later found out, because so many children stop and ask him is he is the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; Santa Clause.), but also because of all of the great presents, the wonderful food, and the company of family. It may have been the happiest day of my life when my parents told me that their goal was to treat me to all the food I normally couldn’t afford on a student budget.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was wonderful to have my parents around again—even for a little bit. I have struggled to really talk to them over the phone when one or the other of us is always running off to deal with something. It is proving surprisingly tough to synch separate lives. So, l loved having them be a part of my life for a few days, and to be able to have complete, face-to-face, conversations with them. I missed them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, eventually we ran out of talks to attend and pictures to share, and the weekend drew to a close. After very long hugs, and three our four attempts to say goodbye, they loaded the car and drove away. And, perhaps the most unexpected aspect of the entire weekend was not how much I had missed my family, but was how I was ok when they left. Once they were gone, I simply walked back to my dorm, chatted with my roommate, and once again dove into the large pile of homework waiting for me at the foot of my bed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They say you don’t realize how much you change until you revisit the places you came from. I would say the same holds true when those places visit you. It feels like I have been in college for a lot longer than a few months. I have gotten into the swing of my classes, I am starting to build lasting friendships, and I have even come to refer to the dorm as home (sometimes).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would say I have begun to form a makeshift family at CU. My roommate has gone home this weekend, and I realized that I feel her absence most acutely of all. It is nice to have someone who will be there to ask you how your day went, and to listen to you rant about some impossible assignment or annoying kid in class. I miss having someone to say goodnight to. I believe my biggest change since arriving here has been that I no longer think I am here to “become my own person”, but instead to become a person who understands how we all support each other. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-3937327344998378139?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3937327344998378139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=3937327344998378139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/3937327344998378139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/3937327344998378139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/10/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SuH-0QYAvAI/AAAAAAAAADg/mBLZ6pv_tFc/s72-c/IMG_0798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-3809486620018534776</id><published>2009-10-20T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:52:55.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen, The Band.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/St4wxJAx3PI/AAAAAAAAADY/-U7pkdKNrqo/s1600-h/band+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/St4wxJAx3PI/AAAAAAAAADY/-U7pkdKNrqo/s320/band+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394803024427343090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/St4wwSXvKnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aMn58-nWUR4/s1600-h/band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/St4wwSXvKnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aMn58-nWUR4/s320/band.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394803009759685234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per Request (Logan) here are some pictures of the CU band doing a pre-game show this past parents weekend. My window faces Farrand field, so I get the joy of hearing these students play the fight song for a good six hours or so on Saturday before the game.  But, despite my desire to tear my ears off after the first three hours of repetition, they are actually very talented. Go band and go Buffs! Yay for winning last weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-3809486620018534776?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3809486620018534776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=3809486620018534776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/3809486620018534776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/3809486620018534776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/10/ladies-and-gentlemen-band.html' title='Ladies and Gentlemen, The Band.'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/St4wxJAx3PI/AAAAAAAAADY/-U7pkdKNrqo/s72-c/band+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-337790081507546360</id><published>2009-10-14T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:49:03.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would You Like To See on the Blog?</title><content type='html'>As I am sure you can tell, we are in the process of revamping the blog. As readers, is there anything else you would like to see go on the blog? Any topics you would like to discuss. Any videos or pictures you would like to see? Please let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-337790081507546360?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/337790081507546360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=337790081507546360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/337790081507546360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/337790081507546360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-would-you-like-to-see-on-blog.html' title='What Would You Like To See on the Blog?'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-7778653267262972899</id><published>2009-10-14T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:46:02.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Knight Rode in on a Shining White Mini-Van</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/StaMqanfouI/AAAAAAAAADI/rovVi_Hk8Cs/s1600-h/2806544909_bba86a40c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/StaMqanfouI/AAAAAAAAADI/rovVi_Hk8Cs/s320/2806544909_bba86a40c3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392652264150115042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I give up,” I wailed to my friend after more than an hour of wrestling with every bus in Boulder—only to end up on Broadway and Baseline (less than a block from campus). “I take it you are in need of a rescue, then,” she asked, chuckling. “That would be wonderful!” I replied with defeat my two very heavy bags and I sunk down in the grass in front of Starbucks to wait. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Public Transit has posed my greatest academic challenge. I can handle double entry bookkeeping, standard deviations, and post-modernist philosophies about the role of comics in allowing people to feel, but time charts, rout maps, and transfers are beyond me. Maybe it is because I grew up without public transit, but seriously, why do the transportation gods have to make it so downright confusing? I have been in Boulder for nearly half a semester, and I have only successfully made a round trip on the bus (without help) once. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the one hand, this is probably a good thing. I have no car, so my choices are bus, bike, or walk. Since I am hopeless on the bus, I tend to stray toward the latter two, which provides much needed exercise for someone condemned to eat seventeen meals a week in the dining halls. In fact, I think my inability to use the bus may be the sole reason I have dodged the freshman fifteen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, I hear that the bus can be faster than my current options (I wouldn’t know, it takes me at least forty-five minutes to get anywhere on those god-forsaken contraptions).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, it has become a point of pride that the bus will not beat me. The Hop, the SKIP, the DASH, and the Bolt have turned from mere motorized vehicles into arch-villains of comic-book proportions. The sneaky devils are out to make a fool of me and foil me in my ends. But they will not win!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I was sitting in the grass, glaring at the Dash, I realized that I was engaged in this epic battle of wits with the conniving creatures. I saw two plans of action—I could become the poltergeist of the Bus Station, sneaking in and slashing their unsuspecting tires, clogging their menacing tailpipes, and pouring Kool-Aid into their evil gas tanks, or, I could beat them at their own game, and humiliate them as they had done to me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I suppressed a maniacal cackle as my rescue rode up in a white mini-van. It may not have been the prince on the white horse I had envisioned to accompany me in my quest, but at that moment I would take it! Lugging my bags into the car, I greeted my dinner party with profuse apologies, and the promise that I would get the hang of the buses eventually. My friends laughed, and spent the car ride back explaining that there were these things called bus schedules, and how they worked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Armed with my new knowledge, I headed out to the bus the next day—only to wait forty-five minutes, realize that I had missed two busses I could have caught, and finally board the 203 half eaten alive with frustration.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish I could say the ride went smoothly, but it was full of bumps and jostles (both literally and metaphorically).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did manage to get off at my destination (an hour after I left) when a very kind four-year-old showed me how the string to request a stop works. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I doubt that the bus and I will ever really get along. But, every few days I work up the courage to give it another try, and stumble through a trip or two before taking a break. The way I see it, so long as I master this bus thing before I become a college graduate, I can preserve a shred of my dignity. So, I will slowly, reluctantly continue to try, and hopefully I will eventually succeed by sheer persistence. Maybe that is what they will call me during the re-telling of my bus stop showdown—“That’s Persistent Girl,” they will whisper, “Watch out for her on a bus near you.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-7778653267262972899?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7778653267262972899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=7778653267262972899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7778653267262972899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7778653267262972899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-knight-rode-in-on-shining-white-mini.html' title='My Knight Rode in on a Shining White Mini-Van'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/StaMqanfouI/AAAAAAAAADI/rovVi_Hk8Cs/s72-c/2806544909_bba86a40c3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-4140774399891000864</id><published>2009-10-11T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:29:22.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do With My Parents?</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the suggestions on where to find the best mac and cheese! My friend and I had a blast this weekend. Now I have a new puzzle facing me. My parents are visiting next weekend. They are the type who need constant entertainment, so do you have any suggestions for what we can do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-4140774399891000864?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4140774399891000864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=4140774399891000864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4140774399891000864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4140774399891000864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-to-do-with-my-parents.html' title='What To Do With My Parents?'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-4549727733031634847</id><published>2009-10-07T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:02:19.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want My Mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/Ss0PyhapbjI/AAAAAAAAADA/EmMpi-6yBsw/s1600-h/2009.07.21-14.39.52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/Ss0PyhapbjI/AAAAAAAAADA/EmMpi-6yBsw/s320/2009.07.21-14.39.52.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389981689670364722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was a little girl, I used to sneak into my mothers bed while she was sleeping and burrow under the covers as fast as I could—making a little “cave” with the blankets to hide in. After about a minute or so, my mother would pop open her eyes, leap out from under the covers, and stick her head in the cave, while attempting to tickle my cover swathed body. “Who is that hiding in my bed?” She demanded while we both spasm with laughter. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am lying in bed, sick and bored, and I have never wanted my mommy so much. I keep hoping that if I burrow under the covers, maybe some magic will make her face appear like it used to when I was little. But, no matter how many times I try, my trick never works—she is still in Oklahoma.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Getting sick is probably the most difficult part of college. Back home, I would be curled up on the living room couch right now, watching endless episodes of West Wing, while my mom made me split pea soup. Instead, I am stuck in my noisy dorm (which fluctuates between being frigid cold and balmy more often than a woman in menopause), eating an only slightly repulsive dining hall salad, and avoiding a small mountain of homework—I miss my mommy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The thing I hate the most about being sick is having to get my own soup. I know that sounds very spoiled, but I liked that I never had to exert the effort to get up off the couch and get my own food. And, I miss being hugged—a lot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Earlier in the week, when I first got sick, I was determined to be a trouper and suck it up. I don’t need my mommy. “Rebecca, you are a college student,” I tried to tell myself in a mom-style slap down, “Suck it up, getting your own soup is not that bad. It is not like you are in the hospital!” Despite the annoyingly surly side of my mind, which pointed out that at least in the hospital there would be a pushy nurse in Scooby-do scrubs who would bring soup to me, my self talk did sort of work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It worked, that is, until I talked to my boss…who is sick as well. “I hate not having my mom when I am sick. That is the worst—still.” That small comment quietly dropkicked my shaky resolve not to mope.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You mean this feeling never ends?!? This woman is a mother herself—if she still misses her mom, than I am forever doomed!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, I am hopped up on enough medication to still feel the need to learn something besides self-pity from this experience. So, here it is—no matter how mature and put-together we may seem, no matter if we are mothers in our own right, or simply striving to convince ourselves that we can be adults, when life give us lemons, we all need our mommies to sit by our bed and tell us everything will be alright.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, I have managed (and the help of some happy, symptom relieving little pills) for the last three days to pull myself away from my pillow and self-pity, and get myself a cup of soup.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though I know I can manage without her, I think I will succumb to the temptation and call my mom. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-4549727733031634847?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4549727733031634847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=4549727733031634847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4549727733031634847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4549727733031634847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-my-mommy.html' title='I Want My Mommy!'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/Ss0PyhapbjI/AAAAAAAAADA/EmMpi-6yBsw/s72-c/2009.07.21-14.39.52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-4763653919524570776</id><published>2009-10-05T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:29:03.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the Best Mac and Cheese in Boulder?</title><content type='html'>My friends back in Oklahoma and I were on this quest to find the best restaurant Mac and Cheese in Oklahoma City. We are not talking any blue box, Kraft excuses, this is real Mac--the kind with at least three cheeses (and on one eventful night black truffle) in it. Now, one of those friend is coming up to visit, and I have a sneaking suspicion that she will want to continue the search in Boulder. Unfortunately, as a poor college student, I don't eat out a lot, and don't know where we should start looking. Any suggestions? Also does anyone know of any cool places/events I should take her to while she is in the area? She is coming this weekend, so please tell me about your ideas ASAP! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-4763653919524570776?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4763653919524570776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=4763653919524570776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4763653919524570776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4763653919524570776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-is-best-mac-and-cheese-in-boulder.html' title='Where is the Best Mac and Cheese in Boulder?'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-1425730910011427281</id><published>2009-10-01T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:25:01.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good College Try</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was fourteen and just entering high school, my friend sat me down, looked me straight in the eye, and said “Becca, don’t do dumb things.” As simple as this advice may seem, it really did keep me out of quite a few tangles in those high school days. When I was about to jump into something, I would quickly halt my enthusiasm, take a breath, and ask myself,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Would this qualify as a dumb thing?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apparently, I should take some advice from my high school self; this past week I did a dumb thing. We had this project in Business Statistics; we were to make an executive report. It was due on Friday, and like a good student, I intended to start it over the weekend. But, then the weekend was gone, as was Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. The week was just consumed by the midterm monster, then the lit paper monster, then the work and illness monster. So, Thursday evening rolls around, and I am all revved up for an all nighter—yeah, going to do a stats project! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since I am doing a statistical tracking of this blog (yes, I am watching you), my professor let me do an alternate project where I got to analyze some of the data from the blog and present it in an executive report. As my professor put it, “That is more interesting than analyzing gas prices.” So, I open my word document and put my header on the page, begin to pull up my numbers, and whip out my calculator to crunch some numbers; that is about the time that my project imploded. I spent eight hours that night trying to untangle the data with no luck. I called all of my friends who had gone through statistics—my sister even re-ran the numbers for me. Yet, still we could not get them to work out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now utterly lost, I composed a long email with a battery of questions for my professor, called it a night, and went to bed. Mid-morning the next day, my professor wrote back, telling me to go ahead and use the numbers if I found nothing wrong with my math. She answered my other slew of questions, told me she would be checking her email throughout the day (but was out of town and could not meet me) and even offered to chat online if I got too lost. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With two hours on the clock, I began again on the project. I was plugging shakily along, when I ran into another couple of problems. I now had thirty minutes before class, and no hope of finishing on time. So, I wrote my professor asking her my questions and asking for an extension. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The clock struck twelve-fifty, and I had to get to class. I still had not heard from my professor, and the project was not completed. Hoping that my request for an extension would be granted, I scampered to class without my half-finished project. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I got back an hour later, there was an email waiting in my inbox—from my professor, answering my questions and telling me,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“there was ample time to complete the project” and she could not grant an extension, but that she looked forward to reading it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After nine hours, four computers, and several very frustrated phone calls, I sent it off to her—late. I attached an email begging for at least partial credit. Then, I did what any mature and capable college student would do, and called my mommy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Mom,” I sniffled, “I have had the worst day!” My mom let me whine out my story for about thirty seconds, at which time she quite calmly slapped me down. “Well, what did you expect? You wrote her on the last day, when she was probably busy. In her eyes, you clearly put it off until the last minute. This is college, they don’t reward that kind of behavior,” she said. “But are you ok?” She added as a motherly afterthought. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you have ever dived into a cold lake, you know the sensation when you hit the water and the temperature shock quickly plugs up your nose and mouth in an instantaneous suction-like effect. This is the best way I can describe my reaction to my mother’s words. With a gulp and an instinctual holding of my breath, I gasped out,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I guess I am now,” and said goodbye. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now fully aware of my own absurd over-reaction (thanks to my mom’s much needed verbal sucker punch) I had no choice but to wipe my eyes, take a deep breath, and get on with life. I am working on developing a compulsion to finish my homework at least two days in advance (which is proving much harder than I would like), and I realized that one poor grade is not the end of the world. Whoever invented the phrase “a good college try,” must have been a c-average student, because as my mom was happy to point out—that won’t cut it now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-1425730910011427281?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1425730910011427281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=1425730910011427281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/1425730910011427281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/1425730910011427281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-college-try.html' title='A Good College Try'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-6115466494912251207</id><published>2009-10-01T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:51:09.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question for You</title><content type='html'>I am starting something new on the blog. Now, several times a week, I will post a question that I am currently struggling with and need some other opinions on. I would love it if you would let me know what you think! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there such a thing as a "good college try"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-6115466494912251207?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6115466494912251207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=6115466494912251207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/6115466494912251207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/6115466494912251207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/10/question-for-you.html' title='A Question for You'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-5700712444610004967</id><published>2009-09-24T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:55:05.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Midterm</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first Intro to Business midterm has become a semi-legendry event. On our first day of class, our professors warn us that we should expect to fail the test, and the upper classmen all have horror stories to tell. By the end of the first month, as the test looms ominously toward us, first year students begin to fall into hysterics about the ordeal; some look to be on the edge of fainting at any moment. This past Tuesday, I took that test. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At CU, large tests are taken in the Coors Event Center—a basketball stadium. I walked into the center (or more like sprinted because it was cold and raining and I seem to have some strange allergy to wearing proper coats), with a swarm of almost a thousand other Business and Accounting students. My recitation leader then greeted me at the entrance, which was oddly re-assuring—I think because he really seemed to be rooting for me to do well. He handed me a lapboard and pointed toward the entrance to the seating area. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I walked into the stadium seating area, I noticed a new element to the testing environment I had never enjoyed before—a volleyball practice. “Oh now I understand,” I thought, “I am not paying over twenty-thousand dollars a year for the opportunity to sit in hard little plastic chairs, with a board over my lap, and take a ridiculously difficult test. I am actually paying for the live sports entertainment I get during the test.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With a sardonic chuckle, I took my little board and my small collection of pens and pencils and walked down the endless rows of concrete steps to the front row—courtside.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My friend recommended that I sit in the front row, so that I could lean my lapboard against the rails and write on it like a really steeply tilted desk. This ended up being the best test taking advice anyone has yet given me. I was able to settle back in relative comfort, while watching my fellows try to puzzle out just how one uses a lapboard. I really had it lucky—I even had a footrest on the lower rail. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was just lounging around, watching the pre-test game, when my professor walked by and said, “Rebecca, why are you sitting here? Don’t you want to sit where there is light?” And my heart stopped. “Right,” I thought in a moment of stunningly brilliant internal dialogue, “you need light to take a test.” I glanced up to see if there were any seats left in the sparse patches of light. No luck. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“I have always been a good test taker, maybe I will develop night vision under pressure!” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Luckily, I never got the chance to test this panic-born theory. When seven’ o’clock rolled around, the lights came on to their full strength. The volleyball players tossed in their balls and ended the game, and my professor stepped up to the microphone to address us all. “Good Evening,” she said, “we strongly recommend that you take the test in pen, in case you wish to dispute your grade at a later date. We are handing out the tests now. Please do not flip your test over until everyone has a copy. You have two hours. Good luck.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And with that, the test began. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Overall, it was not that bad. Hopefully I am not forced to eat these words when I get my grade back, but the test seemed more hype than anything else. Granted, I am one of those freaks that actually enjoy taking standardized tests. But still, it was not the ordeal people made it out to be. The biggest adjustment was not the difficulty of the test, but the environment in which I took it. In a funny sort of way, I think it was better for me to take my test in a stadium—it helped me remember it is game time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-5700712444610004967?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/5700712444610004967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=5700712444610004967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/5700712444610004967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/5700712444610004967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-midterm_24.html' title='My First Midterm'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-8607276582545445678</id><published>2009-09-18T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:24:53.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles' Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Leeds has a program called the Diverse Scholars Program, which aims toward providing resources to historically underprivileged students. I was invited into the program by sheer luck—I happened to be introduced to Aswad, the director, last spring. So, I spent this last weekend at Estes Park, attending the Diverse Scholars Program’s annual retreat—where they welcome new members into the community, and say goodbye to graduating members.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the last morning, we all gathered together to share our experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was like a moment from a movie. There we were, a group of about a hundred, sprawled in a ragged circle. If a camera were to pan around, it would show a group of slightly disheveled looking youth, who somehow conquered their vanity enough to bring their ratted old clothing on a retreat to Estes Park. The faces that would appear on the screen would be a rare mix of golden, brown, black, and white. But, what would be most notable to the viewer would not be shown on the screen, but heard; the crowd was collectively holding its breath so as to not break the perfect silence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sitting slightly outside the circle was a middle-aged African American Man named Aswad Allen, nicknamed As by his DSP kids, watching the scene. He was holding his chin in a reflective sort of slant, wearing a tender smile on his face, and training his gaze toward the center of the circle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where his gaze fell, stood a young black man, holding a stick in the air, and with the stick, holding the silence. Finally, the man began to speak.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I too tried to run away from the Diverse Scholars Program,” he said. “I tried to run away from love.” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Charles jutted out his chin, as if that small motion could dry up the well &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SrRpARPe5lI/AAAAAAAAACw/DqAofb0R9Bg/s320/10235_765731820233_10237758_44900326_2653029_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383042907963844178" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;of tears that had already been primed by the previous speeches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“When I came here as a freshman, I wanted to make a change,” he continued. “A few months before I arrived at CU, an African American man was jumped on campus in a racist crime. My focus was to change the feeling of division here. So when I arrived on campus, I joined everything I could—I was involved in the Cultural Event Board, the Black Student Alliance, the Presidents Leadership Class, and the Diverse Scholars Program at Leeds. It was hard to balance everything, and I didn’t spend much time in DSP. But, As was always there; whenever I came back, he welcomed me and helped me get through.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With a glace at Aswad, Charles continued, “Then, in the summer of my sophomore year, I got a call from a man named Charles Johnson, asking me to serve as Student Group Funding Board Chair. And around the same time, things started to get bad,” he said with a pain filled chuckle. Charles paused for a moment, closing his eyes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He opened his eyes and continued, “See, my family ran into some financial…trouble, and that really threw me off track. My family is my foundation; I was sending money home that I needed, I was almost evicted, and I was so distracted by hunger that I could not focus in class. At the time, I didn’t have the wisdom to listen to the advice that As gave me. I kept running from the love that DSP had to offer.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“At the end of my sophomore year, I pledged to my fraternity, Alpha Phi Alpha Inc. and was surrounded by men that had been in similar, or worse, situations and still succeeded and that had reached a level of happiness in themselves as men that I was seeking after. My God, it was ridiculous.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that was the first thing that helped me come back to DSP.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“By my junior year, I was a tri-exec of the University of Colorado Student Union and was handling 36.8 billion dollars. Meanwhile, my family was still in trouble. That year, the DSP office really became my refuge. I must have been working fifty or sixty hours a week for UCSU and was working three jobs. I remember As would always ask me, ‘How are you doing?’ Even though I was not directly involved, the community was always there as an unconditional presence, and that was very powerful.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“That year was rough because I was stuck serving my fellow students while struggling myself. I needed to be refocused. But, As was always there, asking me, ‘What are your goals?’ and reminding me that graduation was the task that would free me for what I wanted to do.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“If it weren’t for As, I would not be here. When I was in the darkest place in my life, people would advise me to just quit, because I was only going to fail anyway. Why waist my money? As was the one who told me that I could do it, but that I had to learn that success doesn’t mean that you didn’t need help. You know, freshman year I nicknamed myself Atlas, ‘cause I was a punk, and ‘cause I could hold the world on my shoulders,” Charles scoffed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“But no one can do that. I would not be here if it weren’t for my God, and for my DSP family. DSP was always a resource for me, but I didn’t make it my heart until my fourth year.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SrRpAxEOn4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ogdudU00hn0/s320/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383042916506574722" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“But I made it,” he said, losing the fight to tears, and not realizing that the rest of the circle was already in tears. “Don’t run from love, don’t run from this family.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With that, Charles slowly placed the speaking stick on the ground, still sharing tears with the rest of the group. And as he walked out of the center, a young woman looked back and saw that As was crying too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-8607276582545445678?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8607276582545445678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=8607276582545445678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8607276582545445678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8607276582545445678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/09/charles-story.html' title='Charles&apos; Story'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SrRpARPe5lI/AAAAAAAAACw/DqAofb0R9Bg/s72-c/10235_765731820233_10237758_44900326_2653029_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-8121002702486605795</id><published>2009-09-14T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:52:05.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When They Said "Get Involved" I Did Not Know They Would Throw Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first piece of advice that everyone gave me when I entered college was, “get involved.” They relayed this ad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vice to me with such utterly earnest looks, like this was the difference between emerging from college showered in degrees and honors, and dropping out to sell vacuum cleaners to old ladies with lots of cats, that I had to believe them. So, when the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; first week of interest meetings rolled around, I put out an honest effort to get involved. However, I did not realize that they would throw things at me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first meeting I attended was for the Multi-Cultural Business Students Asso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ciation (&lt;a href="http://www.colorado.edu/studentgroups/mbsa/students_news.html"&gt;http://www.colorado.edu/studentgroups/mbsa/students_news.html&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I happened to know a few people there from the Business Leadership P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;rogram (&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/ouqs29"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/ouqs29&lt;/a&gt;) that I participated in this summer. So, I sat down and started to chat with my friends. After a few minutes, a group of well-dressed upper classmen arranged themselves at the front of the room and kicked the meeting off. They told us about themselves, about the organization, and about the benefits of joining their organization, while we munched happily away on Chipotle (I love how everyone in the Business school is dedicated to feeding me)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/Sq6sHiYq_xI/AAAAAAAAACg/qv3VA6w6BsY/s320/BANNER.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381427850243669778" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was very impressed with the organization itself. They do corporate meet and greets, resume building sessions, volunteer activities, and visits to corporate offices. They have already scheduled Accounting Night for accounting students to meet with representatives from the Big Four Accounting Firms (Ernst and Youn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;g, Price Waterhouse Coopers, Deloitte, KPMG) and a case study with Shell. Apparently attending these nights is a good career move.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My friend Ashley said that she went to one of MBSA’s interview practice sessions. She looked really nervous, so a corporate representative grabbed her, forced her to sit down, and proceeded to interview her. A few months later, she applied for a Summer Leadership Program with the same company. She walked into the interview, only to find that the interviewer was the same person who interviewed her for MBSA. “Oh, I remember you,“ the woman said with a smile, and they proceded to spend the next forty five minutes chatting about their favorite movies and what they liked to do in their free time. She said that it changed the whole tone of the interview, and she went on to be accepted into the leadership program. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In a drastic contrast, I also went to the interest meeting for the CU Alpine Club (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=34233386799"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=34233386799&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I walked in, I went through the same routine as every other first year. I walked through the door, looked around nervously, saw a few other people lo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;oking just as painfully awk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ward as me, gravitated toward&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;e of their clusters, ducked my head, and sat down—only to enjoy long, long silence, punctuated by a few furtive glances. Eventually I found the courage to chat with Stephanie, a senior who was also checking out the club. We chatted about climbing gyms in Boulder, classes, and majors—the usual. Then the meeting began. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This meeting was so big that they had to book one of the large lecture halls to host it—and there were still at least twenty &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/Sq6sH1dcqkI/AAAAAAAAACo/QstBFfC-BR4/s320/n1079340046_30149150_5114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381427855363975746" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;people sitting on the floor! The clubs leaders briefed us on what the club does (leads climbs, supports climbers, arranges discounts and classes with local gyms, and even rents a boat to live on for a few days after finals). They had a raffle—where they tested the agility of their new members by hurling the prizes at their heads (no one was hurt, luckily). Then they invited their corporate sponsors to talk about their companies and the benefits for members (there were great deals on gym memberships). They even played the ”sleeping bad game” where two boy-girl teams had to crawl into sleeping bags and switch clothes faster than the other team. This was a particularly hilarious and delightfully awkward game (especially if you don’t know anyone). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had a great time at both meetings, though they were worlds apart. Where MBSA was well put together, organized, and friendly in a professional way, CU Alpine Club was rowdy, spontaneous, and a great time. They both seem like great organizations in different ways. MBSA is a good community and a great career move, while CU Alpine Club is a good time and a great way to get out and climb. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was most impressed by the level of responsibility that both organizations had—they could lead trips, arrange workshops, connect you to Vice Presidents in Shell, and rent boats. I now understand why they said to get involved—clubs here are nothing like those in high school. Back in the day, we would sit around, eat pizza, and occasionally organize events if we were extremely ambitious. For organizations in college the sky is the limit (literally in the Alpine Club) and you join because they make things happen. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coming soon: Running Around in the Mountains with DSP. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-8121002702486605795?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8121002702486605795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=8121002702486605795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8121002702486605795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8121002702486605795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-they-said-get-involved-i-did-not.html' title='When They Said &quot;Get Involved&quot; I Did Not Know They Would Throw Things.'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/Sq6sHiYq_xI/AAAAAAAAACg/qv3VA6w6BsY/s72-c/BANNER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-5496063350283968880</id><published>2009-09-11T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:09:16.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought Size Mattered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SqqR0R0VK1I/AAAAAAAAACY/ueOwabXr9Mo/s1600-h/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SqqR0R0VK1I/AAAAAAAAACY/ueOwabXr9Mo/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380273032169597778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would be physically bigger when I got to college.  At five foot three (on a good day) and one hundred and fifteen pounds, I am exactly the same size as I was in seventh grade. Granted, I do not look like a seventh grader. But I always thought I would be a five-seven goddess, with men panting at my heels, by the time I reached college. I am not. I am a midget who can’t believe she is allowed to walk among the giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my first few weeks, I had no idea what a big deal most of my professors are. Some of them may be smaller than me in stature (shockingly), but they are all amazingly accomplished in the real world. They are published authors, researchers, former successful businessmen and businesswomen, and even former professional ski instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really understood &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SqqRz0w5PtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ee0rrVNRkAk/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SqqRz0w5PtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ee0rrVNRkAk/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380273024370556626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that professors aren’t just the high-end models of teachers. Until one afternoon in my literature class, when my professor lovingly mentioned the big, shiny new Borders in 29th Street Mall. “Yeah, it is really nice,” he said with a boyishly excited smile, like he was telling a close friend about a new toy over a couple of sandcastles in the playground sandbox. “Except they didn’t have my book,” he said with a dramatic sigh, “but you should go there anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before class, I had eaten a very large and tasty lunch, and the room was hot. So naturally, my head was beginning to sag delicately into the crook of my arm. But, my professor’s comment snapped my head up. Your what? You mean I could have strolled into Borders and pulled your book off the shelf—and now I am sitting here, fighting off my food coma in your class? For me, this was a moment roughly equivalent to man landing on the moon—the whole universe opened up to me with an almost audible rumble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked down the hall of professors’ offices forty minutes later, I couldn’t help but stare into each room with big round eyes, thinking, “Wow! They are all authors, and researcher, and important people.” Quite a few of them stared back at me, probably thinking, “Wow, I wonder what is wrong with that girl.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot understand how such important people can take the time to teach a couple hundred eighteen-to-nineteen-year-olds to think and speak intelligently at cocktail parties. College was just something that came after high school. I did not realize what an opportunity it is. We get to chill out in a small city of like-minded academics and pass our time discussing our passions with the big names in our fields. Whoever though up the idea of college was a genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the strangest thing is, after the initial intimidation and awe wore off, I realized that my professors didn’t seem to care that they were educated at Harvard and Cambridge, that they literally wrote the book on their subject, or that they are directing national research projects in their areas. They are willing to draw ideas even from a lowly freshman like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my stats class, I asked my professor a question about the difference between a line graph and a scatter plot with a line drawn on it. I was thrown off, I said, by a graph on the front of The Onion, about the outlook of the economy in relation to the number of beers consumed(http://www.theonion.com/content/news/nations_unemployment_outlook).&lt;br /&gt;After skimming the article, she cracked into a big smile, explained that it was a scatter plot, and asked if she could keep the article to use in her later classes. When I dropped by her office hours the next week to ask her a question, she became so excited about my work in Google analytics that she asked for access to my account to lecture on the data tracking software in class, and to present to the Air Force as a method of gathering information for her research!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with all of these academic giants, and having them want to work with me, has had the strangest effect on me—it makes me think that it is possible for me to become a giant as well. Maybe I could write a book, or radically change the nation’s environmental policies, or even start a medical practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class this afternoon, my literature professor told us the story of how he had met the author of the novel we are reading—a couple of times. We are reading Who’s Irish?, by Gish Jen, who had her short story “Birthmates” named one of the best short stories of the 20th century.  He said that the first time they met, he was a student and was asked to introduce her during a guest lecture. The second time, he ran into her in the toothpaste isle. “Cambridge is the sort of place where you see people like that,” He offered with a shrug, “Who knows when you will walk into the dry cleaners and run into Julia Child?” It seems CU possesses the same magic that Cambridge has—and you never know who you will run into in the toothpaste isle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the fable of the lion and the mouse (where the lion is saved by the little mouse after he spares the mouse’s life) has some truth in it. Maybe my professors only grew to their current stature because they work with mice. Maybe they too were once mice.  It makes me hope, that someday this particular midget can become a giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming next: When they said, “Get involved,” I did not know they would throw things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-5496063350283968880?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/5496063350283968880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=5496063350283968880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/5496063350283968880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/5496063350283968880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thought-size-mattered.html' title='I Thought Size Mattered'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SqqR0R0VK1I/AAAAAAAAACY/ueOwabXr9Mo/s72-c/IMG_0655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-2144753200766348777</id><published>2009-09-04T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:57:34.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Card Gets You in the Buff</title><content type='html'>As I walked into the mailroom to pick up my first package, the smiling woman behind the counter asked me for my ID. Unfortunately, I realized that I had left my wallet back in my room and the only things I was carrying were my keys and my Buff OneCard (CU’s student card). For fear of suffering the humiliation of admitting that I lacked the foresight to bring any ID, I smiled my most trustworthy smile and said “Oh, I don’t have my ID on me; will my Buff OneCard work?” To which the woman responded by turning her left cheek to me, cocking one eyebrow, and glancing at me through the slitted corners of her eyes, in one of the most profound “did you really just say something that stupid to me?” looks I have ever seen. I felt my face flush as the woman held her glare. Then sipping in breaths of air as if she were trying to forcibly calm herself, she strained to unclench her lips and said, “At CU, your Buff OneCard is your ID.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” was all I managed to force out of my throat before hastily handing her my card and fleeing with a big package full of books and embarrassment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to avoid future embarrassment, I promptly asked all of my roommates what my Buff OneCard was for—much to my disappointment, they too had no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sought out an expert. Who would know more about these mystery cards that the woman who handles hundreds of them every day? But, when I asked the lunch lady at the dining hall what my card was for, she responded by glancing kindly, but pointedly, at the sign taped to the front of her kiosk: “1 swipe= 1 entree + 2 sides”. “Right,” I said, handing over my chosen food, “never mind.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I decided to consult my most knowledgeable and non-judgmental resource at CU—the website. According to CU’s site, my Buff OneCard is the superhero of little plastic cards; it does just about everything I can imagine (besides fetch my morning coffee, but I hear they are working on that feature). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site agreed with the horrible woman in the mailroom, your Buff OneCard is your primary form of identification. All students and employees are required to carry it with them at all times and present it to any official upon request. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, as the lunch lady informed me, your card is your ticket to meal plans. Just present your card at any dining hall and one swipe can get you a ticket to an all-you-can-eat buffet, or an entre and two to three sides at any grab-and-go. Thanks to my peer mentor, I also stumbled across another trick; you can swipe up to four meals in one day. So, my roommate and I regularly go “shopping” at the grab and goes and stock up on food for the weekend or just for late night snacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your card also holds your “munch money,” university funny money that you can use to pay way too much for late night snacks at convenience stores in the residence halls.  I recently bought a small block of cheese for $5.73 and have spent at least $15 on ice cream in the last three weeks (hello freshman 15). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now the cards capabilities become more complicated. On top of munch money; there is Campus Cash—more funny money, of a different category, that can only be used to pay for printing and for laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the card holds real money too. You can set your card up to work as an ATM/Debit card, if you are willing to open an account with Buff One Banking—the university bank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your card is also your buss pass; gaining you access to the RTD, the skip, the hop, the jump, the charger, the stampede, the buff bus, and the light rail. This one magic card can get you almost anywhere in Boulder (and to the Denver airport). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cards act as keys to dorms, classrooms, and some buildings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the cards capabilities don’t stop there. You can set up the Buff Advantage on your card and get discounts in many restaurants and retail outlets in the local area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, your card can get you student sports tickets. When you buy a student ticket or season pass, simply present your card at the box office and they will give you access to the student section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of the things that this all in one card can do, it is really no surprise that I had no idea how to use my card. Even now, I have decided that the safest bet is just to hand over my card to anyone I come in contact with, and hope that I have done the right thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming next: “I Thought Size Mattered”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-2144753200766348777?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2144753200766348777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=2144753200766348777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/2144753200766348777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/2144753200766348777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-card-gets-you-in-buff.html' title='One Card Gets You in the Buff'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-4896427234777455478</id><published>2009-08-31T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:05:46.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Week of Classes</title><content type='html'>I am exhausted. This morning, to combat a bought of homesickness, I headed out on my bike to explore Boulder. After striking out in a random direction, I biked along a few large roads on the outskirts of town before veering off into a quaint little residential area. After about half an hour of admiring the pretty domesticity of the scene, I looked up to find that I had no earthly clue where I was. So, I turned down a random street and wandered my way around for another three miles until I found a bridge over a highway. As I paused to look around at the top of the bridge, I spotted the mountains through the clouds. For a moment, I enjoyed a glimmer of hope, only to realize with a sinking feeling that this view looked nothing like the view from campus. By my calculations, I was at least ten miles south and another six mile east of campus. But, having no other choice, I climbed back on my bike and struck out in the right direction. It took me another forty minutes of winding my way through back streets, crossing church parking lots, and in one strange scene, crossing a stream, before I found Broadway. I eventually made it back to campus, after running into Williams Village, the somehow making it up to the hill, crossing a lake that I had no idea resided in the middle of campus, and finally stumbling into my hall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I sit curled in an amazingly comfortable chair in my dorm, I realize that this morning’s adventure is a perfect analogy for my first week of classes. I wandered around aimlessly in interesting directions until I realized that I was hopelessly lost, then headed toward the largest landmark I could find, and eventually ended up in the right place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my peer mentor, and a good quantity of dumb luck, I never got physically lost finding my classes. But, I did have an adventure finding the classes in which I should be enrolled in the first place. I started out in Intro to Business, Intro to Environmental Studies, Ethnic Literature, and Calculus Two. On Monday, everything was going well, until I sat down in my first class—Calculus Two. My professor rolled in on his long board, wearing cut-off jean shorts and a Polish beer tee shirt.  He spent the first five minutes of class going over the syllabus—while I took a few notes and admired the tattoo of the man who meets a tragic end as an ink splat, adorning the back of his shaved head. I was just settling into the class, and enjoying having such an eccentric professor, when he abruptly stopped discussing the syllabus and launched into a full-blown calculus lecture about the nature of functions that need to be integrated by parts. As he took off discussing at marathon speed a back door approach to logarithmic functions, I sat in the second row, drowning. I was so overwhelmed by the end of class that I was nearly in tears. So, after escaping from that terrible classroom, I headed to the only place I could think to go—the Leeds Advising Office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I met Jose′, who proved to be my lifeline. He agreed with gentle good humor to see this particularly petrified looking walk-in, after hours (oops), and help her out. He took me to his office and asked me what I needed. That is when the floodgates broke, and everything came pouring out; about how I thought I could handle the class, how lost I was already, how everyone else seemed to know the answers, how there was a quiz the next day, how I couldn’t face that right now, and please, please, please save me! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Poor Jose′ was stuck sitting in his office with a quasi-hysterical teenage girl breaking down in front of him. He was extremely nice about it though. He told me that it was all right, and that he would be happy to switch me out, and that I could take calculus later—or never—if I wanted. So he switched me into Business Statistics and Anatomy (for fun). It seems I never learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to Anatomy, and realized that I had once again gotten myself into an upper-division course that I was woefully unprepared for.  This time, I did enjoy the class, and it broke my heart to walk into the Leeds Advising Office again and ask to drop the class. But, it was a huge time commitment, I did not have the pre-requirements for, and it was just not feasible. So, I left behind Anatomy (for now) and picked up a second RAP class in meditation, which looks like fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up walking out of Leeds that first week feeling that the Business school really was my haven. I stumbled around, with no idea the direction I was going; I have seven different book-return receipts to show for it. But, because the people at Leeds put me in classes I can handle, give me tons of support in those classes, and occasionally let me break down in an emotional fit in their offices, Leeds has quickly become the big landmark of safety, which leads me back to where I need to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-4896427234777455478?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4896427234777455478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=4896427234777455478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4896427234777455478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4896427234777455478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-week-of-classes.html' title='My First Week of Classes'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-6883379668944116009</id><published>2009-08-28T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:48:24.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Could Bathe in Purell</title><content type='html'>After a short and sunny stroll home from my literature class, I high stepped up the stairs in double time, strode down the hallway to the door of my room, stretched the last remaining stiffness out of my back, and walked through the door contemplating an afternoon nap, only to come to realize that my roommate was wearing a white mask, and had swine flu. Now, she is in quarantine…as are half the girls in the hall. The other half of the girls have, in the last few hours, developed an obsession with disinfectant and vitamin c, and have adopted the mantra “you don’t have swine flu” every time we cough, or have a headache, or touch anything in the hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, containing the virus is proving to be a big problem. We all share a bathroom, live in each other’s rooms, and even share one drinking fountain. To top things off, there have been outbreaks in several other dorms on campus as well.  It seems that the only thing that is spreading faster than the flu itself is the gossip and anxiety about it. But, before we all break down in hysteria, CU is doing everything they can to combat an epidemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few weeks, we have subtly seen signs telling us to wash our hands and cover our coughs appear on all public walls, and small clusters of industrial sized disinfectant and tissues gather on cashier’s counters and in dining halls. Emails have been flying around the campus discussing absence policies and emergency procedures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu has created a website with everything you could possibly need to know about H1N1 at: &lt;br /&gt;http://www.colorado.edu/safety/h1n1/prevention.html &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to summarize their advice, H1N1 is spread between humans through physical contact or by sneezing or coughing on people or anything that multiple people touch. So to decrease your risk of catching the flu, practice healthy habits (sleep, exercise, eat right, don’t drink to excess), wash your hands often with soap and hot water, take advantage of the disinfectants offered by the university in public places, sanitize anything that you share with others (like your buff one card), and encourage others to seek medical attention IMMEDIATELY if they are experiencing any of the following symptoms: dizziness, fever, cough, sore throat, runny nose, body aches, headache, chills, fatigue, diarrhea, or vomiting. Since Swine Flu is very contagious, officials are urging anyone feeling ill to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are confirmed to have Swine Flu, university policy is to quarantine anyone with H1N1 until they are completely clear of symptoms. Unfortunately, there is no vaccine to prevent Swine Flu and there are no medications that can cure you of the virus. However, CU does what it can to provide for its sick students. If you are living in the resident halls and are quarantined, the university will provide you with a quarantine box of chicken noodle soup, saltines, Gatorade, fruit cups, and other staple “sick” items. If you visit the Wardenburg Health Center (http://www.colorado.edu/healthcenter/infectiousdisease.html), they will also give you a very stylish white quarantine mask, which my roommate is now wearing (I am very jealous). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one of your close friends (or your roommate) has the flu, wash your hands and disinfect anything that you share. Generally, just avoid close contact (on a hormone ridden campus, this can be difficult I know). If you are living with the infected party, you may want to consider re-locating for a few nights until they are out of quarantine. However, you can go and see them, retrieve anything in their possession that you may need, and even sleep in the same room if you are willing to risk it. I called the Wardenburg Health Center, and spoke to a very nice nurse who further informed me that there is no need to come in the be “checked” if you have come in contact with a sick person but are not experiencing any symptoms yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, just take care and live a healthy lifestyle, and you should be ok. I just spent the last three days sleeping in the same room as an infected person, and I am fine, so there is no reason to panic. Even if you do catch the flu, my roommate does not seem to be suffering much (except from boredom) and I have been having fun playing nurse and fetching soup and water for her. And even the professors are doing their part to support those who fall ill. Almost all of my professors have stated that they are willing to work with students who miss class because of quarantine, and that they would MUCH prefer that infected student’s stay home. I live in the middle of the outbreak, and my view from the eye of the storm is that so long as we are all responsible we can avoid having this become a full blown epidemic and can weather the storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-6883379668944116009?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6883379668944116009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=6883379668944116009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/6883379668944116009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/6883379668944116009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-could-bathe-in-purell.html' title='I Wish I Could Bathe in Purell'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-8991924983220666831</id><published>2009-08-24T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:49:34.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SpNRM90-0SI/AAAAAAAAACI/nYuPhe2-7hU/s1600-h/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SpNRM90-0SI/AAAAAAAAACI/nYuPhe2-7hU/s320/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728063580197154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SpNRMSVcAvI/AAAAAAAAACA/p4Su5k6ILik/s1600-h/IMG_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SpNRMSVcAvI/AAAAAAAAACA/p4Su5k6ILik/s320/IMG_0648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728051905168114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SpNRL7U7ELI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9IkeO4khe0E/s1600-h/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SpNRL7U7ELI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9IkeO4khe0E/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728045728993458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-8991924983220666831?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8991924983220666831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=8991924983220666831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8991924983220666831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8991924983220666831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SpNRM90-0SI/AAAAAAAAACI/nYuPhe2-7hU/s72-c/IMG_0649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-4673506262700367505</id><published>2009-08-24T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:35:21.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Orientation</title><content type='html'>I finished my orientation and tomorrow I begin classes. I have unpacked my dorm, gotten my books, and (thanks to my Leeds peer mentor) have found all of my classes.  As I was washing my dishes in the dorm room sink today, I realized that I am slowly, but surely, starting to feel like I am in college. &lt;br /&gt;    The first week of my “college experience” really did not feel like college at all. Orientation was a lot like summer camp. We had our schedule of activities, which we all moved to in large, confused herds. People in official-looking tee shirts would walk us from A to B. We played games, had activity stations, and spent hours with people whose names we did not know. In the evenings we were strong-armed into going to all of the University sponsored, non-alcoholic events. Some of them were pretty fun—I enjoyed Ice and Dice (a party at the Student Recreational Center) and the Pretty Lights concert was probably the happiest day of my life! &lt;br /&gt;    Being in the Leeds School of Business definitely dominated my orientation experience. Not only do they host a separate orientation, they had all sorts of follow up events, like the Diverse Scholars Meetings and Leedsapalooza (the welcome event for new business students). The diverse scholars program is very impressive. They have everything from mandatory retreats to mentors and co-seminars. It seems like a great community to plug into—and I already met a new friend there named Maya. She is great—she is friends with almost everyone already, and is always inviting me to some event! &lt;br /&gt;     Leedsapalooza was well executed. As Maya put it, is was a nice mix of fun and information. As I arrived, I was ushered into the building by a throng of faculty, all of who were eagerly waving neon wristbands at us. After donning a wristband, I was escorted into a classroom, where I watched a video on life at Leeds. For a student spoof on a reality TV show that I avoid like the plague, it was not too bad—kind of campy. After that, we were escorted to a field where we were given free ice cream and swag. One thing I can appreciate about Leeds is that they are very dedicated to giving their students free food! I love it. I learned about tons of student organizations, like the Multi-cultural Business Student Alliance (which is open to all students by the way, not just Business Students. Their website is at http://www.colorado.edu/StudentGroups/mbsa/), the Environmental Center at CU (http://ecenter.colorado.edu/livegreen), and the Business Fraternities (Alpha Kappa Psi’s wedsite is at http://www.colorado.edu/StudentGroups/akpsi/about.html, and Beta Alpha Psi at http://www.bap.org/) Who would have thought that a fraternity and professional would ever mix? &lt;br /&gt;     Continuing on the string of Leeds events, I met with my Leeds assigned peer mentor this weekend. She is great! She also brought us free ice cream and goodies and showed us around to all of our classes. She even told me about the Math Resource Center—which will save me from failing Calc 2 (of which I am terrified). &lt;br /&gt;     Unfortunately, I know that lots of people did not enjoy orientation as much as I did. My roommate said that she almost quit CU because she had such a terrible time. She said she felt like she was in kindergarten, and her parents weren’t there, so she had trouble with meeting people. Apparently, her orientation group was very disrespectful about the rape education course, and rape is a sensitive subject that she feels should be taken seriously. It is a shame she disliked it so much, but I found the experience relatively pain free—and even enjoyable at times.  &lt;br /&gt;      My room is now plastered in CU and Leeds stuff, my roommate is convinced that Leeds is some sort of elite cult that eats your whole life (which it may well turn out to be true) and I am looking forward to my classes. Maybe I am still honeymooning (please forgive me) but it looks as if, by sheer luck, I have landed in the perfect place for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-4673506262700367505?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4673506262700367505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=4673506262700367505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4673506262700367505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4673506262700367505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/08/camp-orientation.html' title='Camp Orientation'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-7806314170137131566</id><published>2009-08-11T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:16:37.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorm Room Woes</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Becca; I will be taking over for Heidi as this year’s student blogger, since Heidi is no longer fresh meat. Congrats on that Heidi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a gray and rainy day in my hometown of Norman, Oklahoma, and I am still drying from my very wet bike ride. It had just finished raining when I left, so I figured I should have at least half an hour before the next downpour. I was wrong. See, I never check the weather. I just don’t care if I get wet, or a bit cold…though on days like today, when the Weather Gods seem to be trying to make up for three months of drought in one morning, this philosophy can get me into trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to spend my rainy afternoon cloistered inside, trying to figure out just how much I can cram into my teeny-tiny dorm room. I am one of those people who like lists, and true to form I am working on a list of what to bring (this list actually translates into piles on my floor, so I can no longer get into my room). Thus far, I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Essentials:&lt;br /&gt;o Yoga mat&lt;br /&gt;o Rock climbing gear&lt;br /&gt;o Clothing&lt;br /&gt;o Coats&lt;br /&gt;o Shoes&lt;br /&gt;o Hiking Boots&lt;br /&gt;o Bedding&lt;br /&gt;o MacBook, Ipod, Wii&lt;br /&gt;o Shower shoes&lt;br /&gt;o Toiletries&lt;br /&gt;o Fist Aid kit&lt;br /&gt;o Paper, pens, stapler, etc.&lt;br /&gt;o Important documents and financial records&lt;br /&gt;o My camera&lt;br /&gt;o Commuter Bike&lt;br /&gt;o Boxed food&lt;br /&gt;o My chocolate stash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Other stuff that would be nice to have&lt;br /&gt;o Photography books, a few favorite novels, all the books I am half-way through and think I might actually finish&lt;br /&gt;o Photos of friend, family, and my puppy dog. &lt;br /&gt;o A poster of Mount Everest (it is one of my life’s goals to climb the summit)&lt;br /&gt;o Camping gear&lt;br /&gt;o Mountain Bike&lt;br /&gt;o A plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still very lost about what to bring. They have this nice list on the CU site about what not to bring (curtains, most appliances, pets, parents, etc.) but their list of what to bring was depressingly short. Meanwhile, I have been facebooking my roommate and she is trying to determine if she can bring her backpacking gear, her skis, and her snowboard, while I am trying to find a place to store my second bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to answer both our questions, I went out and bought this book I have heard about, The Naked Roommate, hoping that it could give me some guidance. So far, I am 113 pages in, and it has given me good advice about how to deal with the klepto roommate, the smelly roommate, the roommate you hate, the roommate that comes with her boyfriend attached, the drunken roommate, and of course, the naked roommate. Though I have talked to my roommate, and she seems really cool, this book totally has me convinced that everyone in college is doomed to live with a neurotic, thieving, smelly, puking crazy person. To top it all off, I still have no idea what to fill our new prison cell with! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am just going to have to keep floundering around until I figure it out. Maybe this is a good example of what college will be like—you have no idea about what you are doing, but you just keep stumbling around, acting like everything is under control, until everything works itself out. The Naked Roommate did tell me to ask for advice when I am lost, so does anyone have any advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-7806314170137131566?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7806314170137131566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=7806314170137131566' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7806314170137131566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7806314170137131566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/08/dorm-room-woes.html' title='Dorm Room Woes'/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-7551153804319663231</id><published>2009-08-11T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:30:18.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHUl8ScesI/AAAAAAAAABo/SRxI955zfW4/s1600-h/becca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHUl8ScesI/AAAAAAAAABo/SRxI955zfW4/s320/becca2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368805979106081474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHUlicOnhI/AAAAAAAAABg/aO1B9J5hbCM/s1600-h/6375_210992365253_752220253_7839482_417063_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHUlicOnhI/AAAAAAAAABg/aO1B9J5hbCM/s320/6375_210992365253_752220253_7839482_417063_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368805972167794194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-7551153804319663231?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7551153804319663231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=7551153804319663231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7551153804319663231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7551153804319663231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca Holliman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14979581274877646484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHKOIIZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdvXyVXoqQ/S220/P1020266.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QP5Db8Iv2tA/SoHUl8ScesI/AAAAAAAAABo/SRxI955zfW4/s72-c/becca2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-660516725328588083</id><published>2009-08-11T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:08:46.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move over Rover</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say au revoir to our dear first-year student blogger, Heidi.  Heidi is retiring from the First-Year blog and is on to the world of "sophomore-ness".  Please welcome our newest blogger, Rebecca.  We are all excited to have her and to follow her experiences as a First-Year student at Leeds.  Welcome Rebecca!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-660516725328588083?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/660516725328588083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=660516725328588083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/660516725328588083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/660516725328588083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/08/move-over-rover.html' title='Move over Rover'/><author><name>Sally Forester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321342443367998784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-7541411658698311638</id><published>2009-06-18T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:39:11.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for move-in? FAQ's! (Updated 6/19)</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Hope the last few weeks have treated you all well and you're getting excited about coming to Boulder next fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I've gotten a few comments/emails with questions about move-in/dorms/general life, so I figured I'd post answers for everyone to check out.  PLEASE do not hesitate to email me your questions- I love answering them and giving you guys the inside scoop :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am I going to be stranded if I don't bring my car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Not taking a car to school is a great idea! I brought mine since I wanted to be able to home when I wanted, but it also allowed me to be lazy and not take the bus to do stuff like go to target. The buff buses (from WV to campus) run until midnight every night, until 3 a.m. on weekends and every 20 minutes on weekends which hooks you up to nearly all the main bus lines which for the most part stop by the UMC or throughout campus.&lt;/span&gt;  Boulder is also very bike-friendly and the city has been really successful in creating bike lanes and nice bike paths all over.  Plus then you get some exercise! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I would also reccomend committing to staying in Boulder every weekend (if you live in the area) for at least the first month of school. I had a really hard time adjusting because I booked it out of town most weekends first semester while everyone else stayed in the dorms and got to know each other.  The last thing you may want to do on the weekends is hang out with all the people you don't know, but if you make the decision to stick with it even when you're sick of the dorms it will pay off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the difference between a 2-student room and a 2-student apartment? What did you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So an apartment vs. room- on your housing assignment letter it will say "You have been assigned to Room # in --- Hall, a 2/3/4 student apartment/room."  If it says apartment, you have an apartment style room with a kitchenette/living room in addition to the bedroom(s).  If it says 2-student room, you will have the basic dorm room with 2 people and closets which is still totally manageable. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;  &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it true that I can get a season ski pass to Eldora for $99?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eldora season pass for $99- TRUE! This only happens for like 2 days at the beginning the semester. come to school with a way to get one because when you hear that they're at the UMC you should go snag a pass! I missed out big time and didn't get one, and going to Eldora twice would pay for that pass (Single day tickets are around $75 I think...). Plus it's really easy to do half days of skiing/snowboarding at Eldora- there's a bus every hour from Boulder up to the slopes that is free with your student RTD bus pass that you automatically get when you enroll at CU. I would recommend getting this, even if you are getting another pass because it's nice to be just an hour away from home versus going all the way up to Breck/Copper/wherever your skis may take you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are the rooms like in Williams Village? (All towers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the rooms in WV are very similar to my pictures- but what's cool is that in each tower each floor and room are slightly different floor plans. For example, in Stearns East where I lived, the top 4-5 floors were all 4-student apartments, and any rooms below 9 were generally 2 student rooms.  Some rooms are a bit bigger or smaller, but for the most part my pictures are of a pretty average sized bedroom.  Here's some more pictures of other rooms in WV:&lt;br /&gt;Normal 2-student room:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SjqjNj2esDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xkpdlBBmuyw/s1600-h/4244_101100490897_511160897_2555648_5891058_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SjqjNj2esDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xkpdlBBmuyw/s400/4244_101100490897_511160897_2555648_5891058_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348766960813256754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SjqjNTd8f7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/SvZQBq1sz3g/s1600-h/4244_101100480897_511160897_2555646_3620155_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SjqjNTd8f7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/SvZQBq1sz3g/s400/4244_101100480897_511160897_2555646_3620155_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348766956415385522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2-student room with bathroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SjqinCfTWBI/AAAAAAAAALk/TiuPckxuqvQ/s1600-h/n747155136_4127904_5237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SjqinCfTWBI/AAAAAAAAALk/TiuPckxuqvQ/s400/n747155136_4127904_5237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348766299022645266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SjqinLBtC6I/AAAAAAAAALs/AO2yqH-0c1k/s1600-h/n747155136_4127908_8473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SjqinLBtC6I/AAAAAAAAALs/AO2yqH-0c1k/s400/n747155136_4127908_8473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348766301314419618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Sjqim0z7y8I/AAAAAAAAALc/OyeWVNLf1Bc/s1600-h/n747155136_4127903_4831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Sjqim0z7y8I/AAAAAAAAALc/OyeWVNLf1Bc/s400/n747155136_4127903_4831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348766295351086018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I loft my bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my bed lofted half the year and had it taken down at semester- with the amount of space we had (I was in a 2-student apartment, not a 2-student room) I really didn't need the bed lofted. I got tired of climbing up to my bed all the time, but I was also used to doing homework/generally hanging out sitting on my bed so it was an adjustment. Lofting definitely gives you more space but is sort of a pain- I'd try and convince your roommate to loft their bed :P It does make for some more interesting ways to organize your room and a pretty good amount of additional space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can I put up Christmas lights around the edge of my room? Can I tack them up or use a staple gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not technically allowed to put holes in the walls- plus all the walls are made of brick so you can't really tack into anything right along the ceiling. One of my favorite things about WV though is that most of the walls are covered in tack board, so you could hang lights on that! Or you can also buy little sticky-back light hooks made for people's houses and hang your lights, which is what we did in my room. Purple lights are only $3 at during Halloween at target :)  I always liked it when people put lights around their windows because you could always see it from outside, which looked really neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-7541411658698311638?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7541411658698311638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=7541411658698311638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7541411658698311638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7541411658698311638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-ready-for-move-in-faqs.html' title='Getting ready for move-in? FAQ&apos;s! (Updated 6/19)'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SjqjNj2esDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xkpdlBBmuyw/s72-c/4244_101100490897_511160897_2555648_5891058_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-6066579217310002163</id><published>2009-05-02T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:35:51.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Time!</title><content type='html'>I am very sorry to everyone for the sparse posts the last few weeks, but life and school are both moving at warp speed and it's hard to keep up!  Today I have my first final in my Sex, Gender and Society class, and then 3 more finals in the following days. Ahhh!  With turning in final projects- at my last count I had 3 papers, 1 German presentation and 1 essay portfolio to get ready- and wrapping up classes at the end of spring semester feels much busier than it did in the fall.  Nice weather doesn't help with trying to stay inside studying either, since all I really want to do is go outside and enjoy the sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;Moving out is no fun either- having to take down all the posters that made my room so cheerful is a total bummer.  Goodbyes are rushed as people leave for the summer at different times because of different finals, and vague plans are made to see other in-staters during the break.  Last night our floor took a few pictures of everyone in their rooms and wondered about who would be living in them next year.  It seems so strange to think that anyone else has ever called our space home! :-) But Williams Village has been around since the seventies- I heard about a girl who was living in the same tower her dad had lived in when he went to CU.  So as I'm getting ready to go and finally have a moment or two to breathe, I'll try and keep you more updated as to how the year ended and what move-in will be like in the fall.  Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-6066579217310002163?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6066579217310002163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=6066579217310002163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/6066579217310002163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/6066579217310002163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/05/finals-time.html' title='Finals Time!'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-2670089537331925380</id><published>2009-04-22T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:39:57.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from around Campus- Springtime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Se8rc4605UI/AAAAAAAAALA/lHVCZC5Wayk/s1600-h/CIMG8099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Se8rc4605UI/AAAAAAAAALA/lHVCZC5Wayk/s400/CIMG8099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327524659518039362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The new visual arts building, brick by brick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Se8q9vFhlqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KxKkjBhGBU4/s1600-h/CIMG8423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Se8q9vFhlqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KxKkjBhGBU4/s400/CIMG8423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327524124302612130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Conference on World Affairs- Flags [Norlin Quad]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Se8q9EyMShI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZuVYBI-BU5U/s1600-h/CIMG8426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Se8q9EyMShI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZuVYBI-BU5U/s400/CIMG8426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327524112947235346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Farrand Field greening up after rain, but still snow in the Flatirons! [Farrand Field]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Se8q82lUB8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0pEElfLYo7Y/s1600-h/CIMG8420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Se8q82lUB8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0pEElfLYo7Y/s400/CIMG8420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327524109135120322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are tons of bulbs around campus. [Engineering Quad]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Se8q8kfwn5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ur2fAJ4kwhA/s1600-h/CIMG8419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Se8q8kfwn5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ur2fAJ4kwhA/s400/CIMG8419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327524104279990162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Again, still snow in the mountains after hitting 70 for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-2670089537331925380?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2670089537331925380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=2670089537331925380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/2670089537331925380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/2670089537331925380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-from-around-campus-springtime.html' title='Pictures from around Campus- Springtime!'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Se8rc4605UI/AAAAAAAAALA/lHVCZC5Wayk/s72-c/CIMG8099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-8386099923044311291</id><published>2009-04-15T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:52:34.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='town hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing town hall meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Marketing Town Hall Meeting- Unanswered Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you to the students who came to the Town Hall meeting. The faculty is grateful that you took the time to speak with us, and we thank you for being candid about your concerns and generous with your appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Issue #1: Students are hungry for “application” in the marketing curriculum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the group at the Town Hall Meeting, there seemed to be a consensus that “application” meant 1) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creative production&lt;/span&gt;, such as creating advertisements&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and 2) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;software products&lt;/span&gt;, both for creative production and other uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questions about differences between advertising and marketing in the Business/Journalism Schools:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can marketing majors use business courses as prerequisites for upper level courses in the Journalism School?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Marketing students may enroll in 3000-level and 4000-level courses in the School of Journalism on a “space available” basis. Regarding prerequisites, the Journalism School has their own 1000-level and 2000-level courses that serve as prerequisites for their 3000-level courses for their own students. Journalism will allow business students who have taken BCOR 2400 to enroll in their 3000-level courses in lieu of having the 1000-level and 2000-level courses that Journalism students must take. However, the Journalism 3000-level course (Principles of Advertising) must be taken in order to enroll in their 4000-level courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can upper level Journalism courses count as business electives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Unfortunately, no. While courses in other departments may have similar sounding names, they are usually taught very differently, i.e. from a creative perspective vs. a strategic/managerial perspective. Consequently, the courses are not equivalent and the journalism courses count as non-business electives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about non-for-credit workshops on using certain software (e.g., Adobe Illustrator) that has value in the marketplace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;  Jenni Schrader made this suggestion at the meeting. We think it is a great idea! Jenni came and met with me (Donnie Lichtenstein) and Professor Laura Kornish to talk more about this idea on Friday April 10. Jenni had the idea of a student-run workshop series. She is taking lead on this idea to determine the feasibility and student interest in running such a series of workshops. The idea might be something like this: a student group organizes the workshops, perhaps run in the Leeds School computer labs in the evenings, on topics Introduction to Adobe Illustrator, Using Excel for Composing Graphs and Charts, as well as other such topics. Knowledgeable students may conduct some workshops for their fellow students, or perhaps in some cases, an instructor may be hired. Students participating in the workshops may be asked to pay a fee for this service to go towards the cost of conducting the workshop, and perhaps as a fundraiser for the student organization. This is very much in the “conceptualization” stage, so these are just some preliminary ideas. Jenni will be investigating this further over the summer, to gauge demand for workshops on different software packages, and checking in with us periodically for counsel. If you have recommendations, questions, or want to assist Jenni, feel free to email her at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jennifer.schrader@Colorado.edu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That said, there are other venues at CU where certain software-related skills can be gained. For example, as noted in the Town Hall Meeting, the Journalism School offers several such courses. &lt;a href="http://www.colorado.edu/atlas/education/tam/overview.html"&gt;Additionally, the Technology, Arts &amp;amp; Media Program &lt;/a&gt;(housed in Altas) offers a certificate program that entails many courses that seem to be “right on target” for the types of courses students were asking for. Click on the “courses” tab to review the semester-by-semester course offerings.  &lt;a href="http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/11/technology-media-and-arts-certificate.html"&gt;You can also read a blog about the certificate here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue #2: BCOR 2400 and the Marketing Capstone Course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meetings, including Professors Donnie Lichtenstein and Laura Kornish, as well as Associate Dean Cal Duncan, were scheduled with the marketing capstone professor and the BCOR 2400 professors to discuss both negative and positive comments about the courses.&lt;br /&gt;We take student concerns seriously; we want you to share them; we hope that was evident at the meeting. We find feedback the most helpful when it is constructive. We are never going to have 100% of students satisfied with every course. But, we can shoot for listening to 100% of the constructive comments offered in a helpful spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Issue #3: Students discussed the pros and cons of a grade distribution; some really thought a forced grade distribution was a recipe for disaster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marketing faculty have spent a lot of time in the past few years talking about grades and grade distributions. Each faculty member has his or her own take on the subject, but there is a strong consensus that grade distributions serve two functions for students. The first one is that they make grades mean something. If there are too many As, then an A doesn’t signify excellence. The second one is that they set student expectations about the workload and level of challenge in the course. We want our students to come prepared to work hard. We have good students, capable of good work. Having a grade distribution is one of many ways a professor (or a department) can send a powerful message that the course will be challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to those reasons, departments often impose grade distributions because of some not-often-discussed realities. In particular, there is a positive correlation between the grades a professor assigns and the ratings students give the professor, and a negative relationship between the level of rigor in a class and the ratings students give professors. I just analyzed the data in the last month for all faculty in the Leeds School over the last three years and this conclusion is unambiguous. (Over 721 course sections delivered over the last three years, the partial correlation between grades a professor gives and student evaluations of the professor, controlling for rigor, is .37, p &lt; .001). As a faculty member in this school for 21 years (including 3 as Associate Dean), it is also unambiguous that in annual faculty ratings by the Leeds School Administration, higher student evaluations of faculty have typically led to administration rating the faculty as a “better teacher.” Therefore, historically there has been an incentive for faculty to give higher grades. Thus, we are using a grade distribution to avoid the problems associated with having truly outstanding students receiving the same grades as students who are “simply good,” and students that are “simply good” receiving grades similar to students who may not be well-suited for college at this point in their lives.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does this result in an unfair outcome for our students?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;The faculty members in the marketing division do not believe that is the case. (We voted as a group to support the current grade distribution in our BCOR 2400 class. It was not a decision made by a single faculty member in isolation.) We believe the grade distributions in the marketing courses leave room at the top to recognize the hard work and accomplishments of the many gifted, hard working, and great students that we are fortunate to have here in the Leeds School and in the marketing division. And, those same distributions also leave room at the bottom for the classmates who would rather be on the slopes or spending time on Facebook, or whose work product for some reason doesn’t achieve the quality we were looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-8386099923044311291?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8386099923044311291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=8386099923044311291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8386099923044311291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8386099923044311291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/04/marketing-town-hall-meeting-unanswered.html' title='Marketing Town Hall Meeting- Unanswered Questions'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-824038728436247251</id><published>2009-04-12T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:39:03.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference on World Affairs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SeKRQhSW5YI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZLJrMHZ49pk/s1600-h/editCIMG8421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SeKRQhSW5YI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZLJrMHZ49pk/s400/editCIMG8421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323977422504650114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week was absolutely crazy around campus, thanks to CU's annual &lt;a href="http://www.colorado.edu/cwa/"&gt;Conference on World Affairs&lt;/a&gt;.  A week-long conference involving presenters from all over the world discussing current events,the CWA involved presentations on everything from Facebook to terrorism.&lt;br /&gt;For many of my classes and even CU-Gold, going to a CWA event was required or got me extra credit- so I definitely went to several panels!  Most of the events were actually panels in which the audience could ask questions, and with presenters ranging from a &lt;a href="http://www.colorado.edu/cwa/bios.html?id=907&amp;amp;year=2009"&gt;fire-dancing rocket scientist&lt;/a&gt; (I went to that one!) to the screen writer for the show Band of Brothers.  There were lots of Boulder residents all over campus which was strange, I'm not used to seeing anyone older than 25 on campus en masse.  Sadly it was mostly adults at the events, but there was definitely something that for everyone because there were so many events.  I'd be sure to check out at least one event next spring, just to see what CU is presenting to Boulder and the rest of the world versus what we see as students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-824038728436247251?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/824038728436247251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=824038728436247251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/824038728436247251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/824038728436247251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/04/conference-on-world-affairs.html' title='Conference on World Affairs!'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SeKRQhSW5YI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZLJrMHZ49pk/s72-c/editCIMG8421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-4123868626494957740</id><published>2009-04-09T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:12:02.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewall Hall</title><content type='html'>So for the next few posts, I figured that it would be helpful to give all of you incoming freshman a look inside a few of the residence halls you could be living in next year- starting off with &lt;a href="http://housing.colorado.edu/housing/h_sewall.cfm"&gt;Sewall&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Sewall is definitely one of my favorite halls on campus, mainly because it's such a beautiful building!  In the video below this post, you can see the front part of Sewall, which faces away from campus and isn't usually used to enter the dining hall.&lt;br /&gt;Sewall and &lt;a href="http://housing.colorado.edu/housing/h_baker.cfm"&gt;Baker&lt;/a&gt; (my old hall) were both build really early on in the history of the school, so they both face towards what used to be the heart of Boulder.  According to an informational plaque I read on Pearl St., this was done to keep the school tied to its roots within the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sewall's residents are required to participate in its &lt;a href="http://housing.colorado.edu/housing/rap_sewall.cfm"&gt;RAP (Residencial Acedemic Program)&lt;/a&gt; which is all about the American West.  Even if you aren't a history major,you need history credits for CORE requirements, so Sewall could still be a good option for you.&lt;br /&gt;In Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful Building&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delicious dining hall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On-campus but in a quiet location&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close to the Rec Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close to many large lecture halls and Norlin Library&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Convinience store in dorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grab'n'Go is so-so&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not near any other dorms- closest is College Inn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No air-conditioning (W.V. is the only place that has A.C.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Far away from any bus stops (Buff bus or city busses)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leeds is really, really far away- 20 minutes at a leisurely pace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f525342c7e6d83a4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df525342c7e6d83a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233776%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7210E2D966343186D09B381A147DC180E93A4599.51F4B3D91EF2F9AA99DD6D96B7E40700F60C63D7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df525342c7e6d83a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIzgmTpoPLWuyBg-E6DlmrXDWaoo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df525342c7e6d83a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331233776%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7210E2D966343186D09B381A147DC180E93A4599.51F4B3D91EF2F9AA99DD6D96B7E40700F60C63D7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df525342c7e6d83a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIzgmTpoPLWuyBg-E6DlmrXDWaoo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-4123868626494957740?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f525342c7e6d83a4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4123868626494957740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=4123868626494957740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4123868626494957740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4123868626494957740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/04/sewall-hall.html' title='Sewall Hall'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-8960468970676950772</id><published>2009-04-02T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:24:44.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Settled in- Boulder Boulder Boulder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SdWPbK8AgNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/M-_-8eXeFb0/s1600-h/CIMG7945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SdWPbK8AgNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/M-_-8eXeFb0/s400/CIMG7945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320316231763394770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Libby, my favorite dining hall on campus [Libby Hall]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While considering what to write for this evenings blog post, I realized something very important about where I was sitting. Not only did it dawn on me that I was totally comfortable in my surroundings in the dorms, but that I was totally comfortable at CU as a whole.  It was amazing- I can't believe it was every scary to try and find my way around campus now.  Somewhere along the line the adjustment happened and being down in Boulder feels so much more like home than when I first arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Even just taking care of every day business- advising appointments, getting homework and papers done, readings- is so much more natural than when I first started.  I feel like I came into college with so many expectations that I wasn't prepared for the expectations there were for me, which definitely caught me off guard first semester.  Being here takes more work than I was used to in high school, and suddenly... I feel used to it. :)  Now I'm getting all set up for next year and it's so exciting- I get to study German, which I love, and get ready for study abroad, which I am beyond psyched for.  Both of those things really helped me settle in at CU and feel like I was part of campus.&lt;br /&gt;So make sure that when you get here (new freshman- get excited!) you give everything you can a chance- try anything that comes your way, because it could end up rocking your world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-8960468970676950772?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8960468970676950772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=8960468970676950772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8960468970676950772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8960468970676950772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/04/settled-in-boulder-boulder-boulder.html' title='Settled in- Boulder Boulder Boulder!'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SdWPbK8AgNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/M-_-8eXeFb0/s72-c/CIMG7945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-8983781112206972779</id><published>2009-03-17T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:12:51.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding a Major</title><content type='html'>Whew!  Sorry everyone for the sparse postings... the last few weeks have been jam packed with getting ready to head out to spring break strong in all of my classes.  A few weeks ago I decided that I wanted to get a double-major in &lt;a href="http://www.colorado.edu/germslav/german/"&gt;German&lt;/a&gt; along with my Leeds degree.  I absolutely love languages (I'm talking Spanish this summer) and I'm hoping that taking German will give me an edge when graduation comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding a major from a school within CU different from your own (i.e., business to arts &amp;amp; sciences, etc) is much easier coming from the business school, because Leeds has much higher standards when it comes to transferring in versus applying as an incoming freshman.  One of the best pieces of advice I got from an upperclassmen before I even applied was to apply to the business school if you're even remotely interested in business- it's much easier to get out than in.  Plus, I've found that business classes contain useful information for any major, so don't sweat taking them and then not using the credits later if you do decide to transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm "moving" from business to arts &amp;amp; sciences, I have to attend both a meeting with a German advisor as well as a meeting for&lt;a href="http://www.colorado.edu/aac/iut.htm"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intra&lt;/span&gt;-university transfer&lt;/a&gt; students.  After that, I get to bask in the glow of being one of the many students at CU who are double majoring.  Double majors can even be done in 4 years- so if you're interested in two different subjects, look into the programs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-8983781112206972779?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8983781112206972779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=8983781112206972779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8983781112206972779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8983781112206972779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/adding-major.html' title='Adding a Major'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-1122100459896249415</id><published>2009-03-10T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:03:09.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterms Season</title><content type='html'>... Is suddenly upon us, and with a friend headed to a test every night the mood has been gloomy on campus for the last two weeks or so. It happens every semester- suddenly you have a test in every class and need to review all the information you've been mindlessly copying down for the last few weeks, and while springtime is calling to you at that!&lt;br /&gt;I just had my business statistics midterm- it was pretty tough, but at least by now I'm used to the atmosphere.  All large classes on campus- Intro to Business, Biology, and other common courses- have their finals and midterms all together in Coors Events Center.  When you walk in to 600 other people taking the same test as you, it can definitely be a little intimidating. Here's a photo of my stats midterm, and this is after a few people had already left:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Sbnap9tsXUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6Js3pamwmrY/s1600-h/CIMG8137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Sbnap9tsXUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6Js3pamwmrY/s400/CIMG8137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312517649935916354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So when you're headed into midterms next fall, make sure you really know the information, even with small distractions like coughs echoing around the room every few minutes.  Good luck on all your midterms current Leeds students!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-1122100459896249415?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1122100459896249415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=1122100459896249415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/1122100459896249415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/1122100459896249415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/midterms-season.html' title='Midterms Season'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Sbnap9tsXUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6Js3pamwmrY/s72-c/CIMG8137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-2146746992328546182</id><published>2009-03-04T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:14:02.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Class In College</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Sa_6Gg1vynI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Qf2S0R8_UN0/s1600-h/CIMG8101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Sa_6Gg1vynI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Qf2S0R8_UN0/s400/CIMG8101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309737475494627954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Weather in the 60's and 70's this week brought everyone out to lounge in the grass. [Farrand Field]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So as most of you have probably heard and are anticipating greatly, attendance is generally not taken in college.  You can decide that that 8 a.m. lecture is just not worth your time and turn right back over once you turn your alarm off.&lt;br /&gt;However, the likelihood that you will be on acedemic probation after a semester's worth of late nights: Really, really high.&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I missed 2 days of classes (I have Tuesdays and Thursdays off this semester) to visit my mom in Connecticut.  Missing classes in college requires serious pre-planning- before I left I emailed all of my professors and T.A.'s, and for the most part I could make up my homework and assignments pretty easily.  One quiz that would occur while I was gone was a no-go though- even though I gave advanced notice, my T.A. wouldn't let me take the quiz early.  I was pretty frustrated with it, but I think that's a sacrifice you have to make for leaving school when classes are still going on.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: save your travel for when classes aren't in session, and go when you have the chance.  That way if you do need to miss a few days, you haven't already missed half of your classes.  If you aren't on your professor's bad side (especially in small classes, like first-year writing) they are much more willing to be flexible in when/how you turn in your work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-2146746992328546182?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2146746992328546182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=2146746992328546182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/2146746992328546182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/2146746992328546182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/missing-class-in-college.html' title='Missing Class In College'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/Sa_6Gg1vynI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Qf2S0R8_UN0/s72-c/CIMG8101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-7352751906923807988</id><published>2009-02-28T07:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:38:08.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyride and Airport Transportation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SalaHB6g_9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/XPC-gyJ8-5c/s1600-h/CIMG8077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SalaHB6g_9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/XPC-gyJ8-5c/s400/CIMG8077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307872712652292050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boulder from afar [Diagonal Highway]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So if you're an out-of-state Colorado student, the major dilema when break comes around is how to get from Boulder to Denver International Airport, about an hour's drive away. You can beg a friend, take a ridiculously expensive taxi, or... take Skyride!&lt;br /&gt;The Skyride AB bus is a bus directly from the UMC to DIA- all for FREE when you have a student RTD (Regional Transportation Denver) Pass, which is included in your student fees each year. I brought a car to campus, so previously I had always just driven myself to the airport.  That means I paid tolls for E-470 and parking, which for my average trip (I go to Connecticut to visit my mom and sister) probably runs me about 50 bucks.  Imagine how dumb I feel right now knowing that I could have taken a bus that drops me off right at the terminal-for free- this entire time. :-(&lt;br /&gt;Skyride was only a little slower than driving- mostly because there were other stops to make before we went directly to DIA.  But the driver was efficient and nice, there was plenty of room for all your stuff, and the time estimates for arrival and departure from each stop were totally accurate.&lt;br /&gt;So if you're headed to the airport anytime soon, get some extra sleep and take the bus- it's definitely better than you expect. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-7352751906923807988?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7352751906923807988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=7352751906923807988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7352751906923807988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7352751906923807988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/skyride-and-airport-transportation.html' title='Skyride and Airport Transportation'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SalaHB6g_9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/XPC-gyJ8-5c/s72-c/CIMG8077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-7944328931124279445</id><published>2009-02-24T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:46:47.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Park and Snowboarding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SaTTiRwP0GI/AAAAAAAAAIw/O2IdYDqDWys/s1600-h/P2200226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SaTTiRwP0GI/AAAAAAAAAIw/O2IdYDqDWys/s400/P2200226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306598846784065634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boarding in the trees and enjoying the silence. [Winter Park]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SaTSooWEQ7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/rhivRhV1n0Y/s1600-h/P2200229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SaTSooWEQ7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/rhivRhV1n0Y/s400/P2200229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306597856415859634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The view from the top of the Eagle Wind lift. [Winter Park]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SaTSo3jDkhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H7pfwKZXrwY/s1600-h/P2200225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SaTSo3jDkhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H7pfwKZXrwY/s400/P2200225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306597860496871954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Emily and Me! [Winter Park]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend was a good break after a long week- It's midterm season for the semester, so tests abound and I decided to do the only thing a good CU student can do at a time like this: hit the slopes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I recruited my friend Emily for a Saturday full of snowboarding adventures (although don't get me wrong, I'm a die-hard skier as well) and we decided to go to &lt;a href="http://www.skiwinterpark.com/index.htm"&gt;Winter Park&lt;/a&gt;, which is about 2 hours away from Boulder.  The snow was gorgeous, the weather was great, and you can't beat the feeling when you hop in the car at the end of the day exhausted and happy.&lt;br /&gt;CU has some great ski/snowboard opportunities- &lt;a href="http://boulderfreeride.com/"&gt;Boulder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Freeride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is one of the biggest organizations on campus, and at the beginning of fall semester this year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eldora&lt;/span&gt; (a resort about 45 minutes away with bus service from Boulder, free with your student &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RTD&lt;/span&gt; pass) offered student season passes for $100.&lt;br /&gt;The pass I have gotten for the past few years is called the Rocky Mountain Pass, and covers &lt;a href="http://www.coppercolorado.com/index.htm"&gt;Copper Mountain&lt;/a&gt;, Winter Park, and can also include Steamboat if you shell out the extra cash.  A more common pass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amongst&lt;/span&gt; the snow mongers on campus is the 5-mountain pass, which covers &lt;a href="http://www.arapahoebasin.com/ABasin/"&gt;A-Basin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://keystone.snow.com/Home/Ski-And-Snowboard.aspx"&gt;Keystone&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://breckenridge.snow.com/home/"&gt;Breckenridge&lt;/a&gt;, and includes 7 days at &lt;a href="http://vail.snow.com/home/"&gt;Vail&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://beavercreek.snow.com/home/"&gt;Beaver Creek&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Student coupon books abound with free ski waxes, discounted rentals, and even a 2-for-1 midweek lift ticket at &lt;a href="http://www.skiloveland.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Loveland&lt;/span&gt; Ski Area.&lt;/a&gt; So when at CU, make sure you give skiing or snowboarding a try while you have access to some of the best mountains in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-7944328931124279445?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7944328931124279445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=7944328931124279445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7944328931124279445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7944328931124279445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/winter-park-and-snowboarding.html' title='Winter Park and Snowboarding!'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SaTTiRwP0GI/AAAAAAAAAIw/O2IdYDqDWys/s72-c/P2200226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-238100962334055920</id><published>2009-02-20T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:29:34.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wall Street Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlny/original/wall%20street%20journal_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 535px; height: 607px;" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlny/original/wall%20street%20journal_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image courtesy of Google Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you haven't started reading it, now is the time.  As a Leeds student, one of the most commonly referred to texts we use is the Journal, especially in the first business class you take (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BCOR&lt;/span&gt; 1010).  Last semester my professor referred to articles almost daily, especially when Fannie May and Freddie Mac (2 key mortgage companies) had to be bailed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for us, the Wall Street Journal is provided- free of charge- to all business students.  There are kiosks with the actual paper for easy pickup throughout the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Koebel&lt;/span&gt; building as well as online access when you are enrolled in certain classes.  My microeconomics professor even included a semester-long subscription in his book list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually found that reading the paper most days of the week helped me to understand what was going on in class lectures, and being able to apply what you're learning to real life is so cool! Intro to Business covers most of the terms and concepts that can be confusing to people new to the business world, so if the Wall Street Journal seems dry now this class will help immensely.  Check out the Journal now at &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/home-page"&gt;this link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-238100962334055920?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/238100962334055920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=238100962334055920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/238100962334055920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/238100962334055920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/wall-street-journal.html' title='The Wall Street Journal'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-1523818617507092609</id><published>2009-02-18T08:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:35:37.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CU Gold</title><content type='html'>At the end of January, I had applied to do &lt;a href="http://www.colorado.edu/umc/quicklinks/gold.html"&gt;CU Gold&lt;/a&gt;, a leadership program run by CU that involves once a week meetings and a retreat in &lt;a href="http://www.ymcarockies.org/"&gt;Estes Park&lt;/a&gt;.  My roommate Susanna had completed the program last semester and said it was pretty fun, so I decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resulting retreat was an amazing experience- I had so much fun!  Nobody had met before we started up to Estes, so on the bus ride up everyone was sort of silent and awkward.  We were randomly assigned roommates and spent Friday evening playing name games (the usual stuff) and going over what the program was about.  Saturday was spend going over what leadership is, what our "personal styles" were and some other activities.  One of the most interesting things we did was a values exercise- we had to write our top ten values and then discuss them with random individuals, which really helped the group to get to know each other.  We had to eliminate values until we had our "top" one which turned out to be meaningful for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, even though this may sound like junior high all over again, it's actually extremely fun to just go hang out in the mountains with a bunch of college kids.  It was also a really great way to meet more upperclassmen and I feel like I left with 30 new friends. :-) Hooray!  I need to get pictures from some of the facilitators and then I will post them asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-1523818617507092609?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1523818617507092609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=1523818617507092609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/1523818617507092609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/1523818617507092609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/cu-gold.html' title='CU Gold'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-2590218279311915592</id><published>2009-02-16T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:05:59.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winner is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SZpSeSBHlrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2GEYTFNNfFY/s1600-h/Djavan+Nascimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SZpSeSBHlrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2GEYTFNNfFY/s400/Djavan+Nascimento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303642191368263346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulations to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Djavan Nascimento&lt;/span&gt; on a wonderful piece of artwork and winning the Leeds School of Business Cover Art Contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-2590218279311915592?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2590218279311915592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=2590218279311915592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/2590218279311915592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/2590218279311915592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner is...'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SZpSeSBHlrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2GEYTFNNfFY/s72-c/Djavan+Nascimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-704660066609782658</id><published>2009-02-11T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:30:10.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leeds Student Planner Cover Art Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(NOTE: All new blog posts are posted BELOW this one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for your favorite entry in the Leeds student planner cover art contest!  The winner receives $100.00 and their artwork on the planner provided to all incoming freshmen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Vote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post a comment on this post by clicking the Comments link below this text.  Then leave your opinion- Option A or Option B- and we'll declare a winner at 5:00 p.m. February 13th.  Best of luck to both our finalists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Option A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SYvWdZPEJoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Uv-VNuR1MdQ/s1600-h/Djavan+Nascimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SYvWdZPEJoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Uv-VNuR1MdQ/s400/Djavan+Nascimento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299565187010143874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Option B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SYvS8jxfXqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3BnHlu9DOEI/s1600-h/planner+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SYvS8jxfXqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3BnHlu9DOEI/s400/planner+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299561324368322210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-704660066609782658?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/704660066609782658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=704660066609782658' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/704660066609782658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/704660066609782658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/leeds-student-planner-cover-art-contest.html' title='Leeds Student Planner Cover Art Contest'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SYvWdZPEJoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Uv-VNuR1MdQ/s72-c/Djavan+Nascimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-930977381818160604</id><published>2009-02-10T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:13:00.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big v. Small- The Reality of Class Sizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SZJyH0GVmTI/AAAAAAAAAII/F_rRzTPtexM/s1600-h/CIMG7948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SZJyH0GVmTI/AAAAAAAAAII/F_rRzTPtexM/s400/CIMG7948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301425189938370866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math 100, one of the biggest lecture halls on campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first came to CU, one of the things I was most curious about was how big my classes were going to be. Registering, I could see that I was in classes of 200, 300 people and definitely wondering how that would feel in comparison the the comfortable 20-30 people of high school.  Admittedly, it was shocking the first few times I walked in, but as I developed tactics to make getting in and out of lectures as fast as possible, life in a big lecture hall definitely got much easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some important things to keep in mind coming into larger classes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your class is only as big as the number of people sitting in front of you. &lt;/span&gt; This helped me more than I could even imagine when I first got to school!  Let's put it this way... in the classes where I sat up front, I did well.   In classes where I sat in the back... I'll let you guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go to your professor's office hours.&lt;/span&gt;  Even if you just ask a quick question, you are that much more memorable in a sea of faces.  Not to mention office hours help TONS when you don't understand something-  an issue that takes hours outside of class can be resolved in 10 minutes of one-on-one time with a professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get a tutor.&lt;/span&gt;  If you really struggle in a subject, tutors around CU are usually cheap or free and provided by the university.  The extra help goes a long way when exams come around and you can have someone there to help you with your homework every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attend recitation.&lt;/span&gt;  Recitations sometimes don't take attendance, but in many they take attendance and you may have a weekly quiz.  Those points add up, so it's extremely important to go. T.A.s also sometimes cover more information that your professor won't in class, so if you don't go you could miss information for the final or midterm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Form a study group&lt;/span&gt;.  Having friends in a class make it easy to get notes when you miss a lecture and make studying for finals easier because you can bounce questions off other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-930977381818160604?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/930977381818160604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=930977381818160604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/930977381818160604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/930977381818160604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-v-small-reality-of-class-sizes.html' title='Big v. Small- The Reality of Class Sizes'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SZJyH0GVmTI/AAAAAAAAAII/F_rRzTPtexM/s72-c/CIMG7948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-2057399108212609797</id><published>2009-02-03T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:43:35.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving the Residence Halls- What now?</title><content type='html'>February is an interesting month during freshman year-  by now, we're all used to the workload, our new professors, and have our friends pretty well figured out.  However, it's already time for all returning students to start deciding where to live next year.  CU Residence Halls are really hard to get back into as an upperclassman, so rolling over your current room or re-applying is not a very stable option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the easiest ways to get housing for the upcoming year is to apply to Bear Creek Apartments, a couple of large buildings next to Williams Village run by the university.  Leases include utilities, TV, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, and maintenance if anything breaks.  Floor plans vary- you can have a shared living room and 2 shared bedrooms (most room styles contain 4 residents) or 4 individual bedrooms.  I decided to live in Bear Creek instead of another location off campus because I'm not sure yet if I'll be doing study abroad in the fall, and because Bear Creek is run by CU, I am allowed to terminate my lease if I go jetting off around the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apartments in Bear Creek fill up fast-  when I took a tour, the guide told us to apply when applications opened at 8 a.m. and that most of the rooms would be full by 4 p.m. that day!  If we didn't get a room assignment (I applied with 3 other girls) then I have to go out into the real world of relaters and scary lease signings.  There is definitely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of stress surrounding finding housing, and my best advice is find a place early and stick with it- your roommate doesn't need to be your best friend and be flexible in what you think you're looking for in a house, otherwise you could miss out on a good deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-2057399108212609797?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2057399108212609797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=2057399108212609797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/2057399108212609797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/2057399108212609797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/leaving-residence-halls-what-now.html' title='Leaving the Residence Halls- What now?'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-1322414118511724108</id><published>2009-01-29T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:59:13.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='areas of emphasis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boulder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human resources'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accounting'/><title type='text'>B-School Buffet and Areas of Emphasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SYKWECU1AbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/l5t3nr5xzsQ/s1600-h/editCIMG7952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SYKWECU1AbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/l5t3nr5xzsQ/s400/editCIMG7952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296961107828998578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the weather finally warming up (it has been completely freezing here the last few days!) it was an excellent day to walk over to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Koebel&lt;/span&gt; building and check out the B-School Buffet- an event run by Leeds to introduce students to all the areas of emphasis and certificates available!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Area of Emphasis is a concentration within your major, which is Business Administration.  Commonly, there is no major in marketing or management, but concentrations within those areas at most business schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Areas of Emphasis at Leeds are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leeds.colorado.edu/Academic_Programs/interior.aspx?id=386"&gt;Operations and Information Management&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leeds.colorado.edu/Academic_Programs/interior.aspx?id=382"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leeds.colorado.edu/Academic_Programs/interior.aspx?id=380"&gt;Finance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leeds.colorado.edu/Academic_Programs/interior.aspx?id=378"&gt;Accounting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leeds.colorado.edu/Academic_Programs/interior.aspx?id=384"&gt;Marketing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certificate is a few extra courses that give you a better understanding in a certain area of business.  Leeds has some really excellent certificate programs- the entrepreneurship program is one of the best in the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certificates available at Leeds are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leeds.colorado.edu/Academic_Programs/interior.aspx?id=390"&gt;International Business&lt;/a&gt; (my favorite!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leeds.colorado.edu/Academic_Programs/interior.aspx?id=396"&gt;Real Estate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leeds.colorado.edu/Academic_Programs/interior.aspx?id=394"&gt;Quantitative Finance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leeds.colorado.edu/Academic_Programs/interior.aspx?id=388"&gt;Entrepreneurship and Small Business Management&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leeds.colorado.edu/Academic_Programs/interior.aspx?id=398"&gt;Operations and Information Management&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There are tons of options within the business school, so pursuing a more specific goal is very achievable.  The more ambitious people often pair a business degree with a degree in the college of arts and sciences, which can give you a unique set of job skills.  Plus, you don't have to pick an area of emphasis until the junior year, and within the business core classes you get experience in all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-1322414118511724108?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1322414118511724108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=1322414118511724108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/1322414118511724108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/1322414118511724108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/b-school-buffet-and-areas-of-emphasis.html' title='B-School Buffet and Areas of Emphasis'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SYKWECU1AbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/l5t3nr5xzsQ/s72-c/editCIMG7952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-6985285444486292315</id><published>2009-01-27T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:01:11.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteering around Boulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SYACrxo-c6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/otXkLLCWxds/s1600-h/editCIMG7917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SYACrxo-c6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/otXkLLCWxds/s400/editCIMG7917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296236112870536098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester has really freed up my schedule as far as extracurriculars go: I'm much more aware of what my classes are going to require of me time-wise and so I decided to find some new activities to get involved in around Boulder.  What I found was a vast array of opportunities, from the school's radio station, Radio 1190, to reading and interacting with senior citizens a few days a week near campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I start my main commitment, one that I'm really excited about- CU Gold.  CU Gold is a leadership development program based on campus and open to anyone, all you have to do is turn in an application.  The program meets once a week and requires members to attend a one-time weekend retreat (paid for by the program) in Estes Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that CU Gold will help me meet other students who are interested in getting involved on campus, who I usually find to be really friendly and interesting people.  These are only a few of the things you can participate in on campus, which I highly recommend- not only do you meet people who have similar interests to you, but you have a good resume builder too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-6985285444486292315?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6985285444486292315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=6985285444486292315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/6985285444486292315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/6985285444486292315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/volunteering-around-boulder.html' title='Volunteering around Boulder'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SYACrxo-c6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/otXkLLCWxds/s72-c/editCIMG7917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-4858149582780977340</id><published>2009-01-22T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:53:10.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in W.V.</title><content type='html'>At this time last year I had decided I was going to CU, and was really excited to get my housing assignment.  The amount of time it took for me to get that letter felt twenty times longer than even my acceptance letter! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for housing at the very end of March, and got my assignment around the beginning of May.  My choices were pretty typical of incoming students- the on campus "circle" around Farrand Field and a few Kittredge halls.  I got really lucky and was assigned to a single in Baker Hall- Hooray for me, one of the first on my list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, living in Baker didn't work out for me- I didn't realize how lonely it would be to be in a single during the first few weeks of school, when everyone around me was getting to know their roommates. I didn't get a real sense of community out of my floor in Baker and despite its proximity to all of my classes, I made the decision to move out to the ever-dreaded Williams Village (Stearns East to be exact).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This turned out to be one of the best decisions of my freshman year- not only do I have a wonderful roommate now, but a great floor of people who are all much friendlier than where I was living previously.  Even though I had thought that living with someone else would be scary and too cramped, it has turned out to be a wonderful experience and tons of fun!  Taking the bus from Williams Village isn't as terrible as it sounds either- at the end of the day you go somewhere that feels like home instead of still part of school.  The community formed amongst the towers is great, and with your own rec center and dining hall you aren't missing out on much on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXlnypc0LLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZZrIxo78mFA/s1600-h/n1076340138_30055230_8508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXlnypc0LLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZZrIxo78mFA/s400/n1076340138_30055230_8508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294376956768562354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My current room in W.V. [Stearns East]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXlnyiphCPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B-2Q4gsaj8s/s1600-h/n1076340138_30055904_4277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXlnyiphCPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B-2Q4gsaj8s/s400/n1076340138_30055904_4277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294376954942785778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A little bit of fun on our refrigerator [Stearns East]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXlnyhSswlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n3f3hMjPhLg/s1600-h/n1076340138_30053566_219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXlnyhSswlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n3f3hMjPhLg/s400/n1076340138_30053566_219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294376954578649682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My old room on campus, such a beautiful building! [Baker Hall]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-4858149582780977340?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4858149582780977340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=4858149582780977340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4858149582780977340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4858149582780977340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/living-in-wv.html' title='Living in W.V.'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXlnypc0LLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZZrIxo78mFA/s72-c/n1076340138_30055230_8508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-4713248247198845051</id><published>2009-01-20T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:59:10.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace and Conflict Certificate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXa2Rumkp-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/yptGxXgdA4w/s1600-h/editCIMG7928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXa2Rumkp-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/yptGxXgdA4w/s400/editCIMG7928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293618827704444898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the best days, weather-wise, we've had in a long time- Boulder reached temperatures in the low seventies today! It was amazing to get to walk around campus and bask in the sunshine after a few months of dreary cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by the business building for a brief presentation on another cerficate you can earn at CU- this one based on peace/conflict studies.  It seemed to be a really interesting subject, and definitely a good consideration if you're planning on going into human resources management.  The program has been around since the 60's in Boulder, but seems to be a bit of a hidden jem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 40% of students who earn this certificate go on to serve in the Peace Corps, which I found really interesting- it's definitely a very internationally minded program.  It's also extremely flexible within your major- there's only 3 required courses!  Other than that it's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information and to get signed up, check out &lt;a href="http://colorado.edu/peacestudies"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;, or you can email the program director Stanley Deetz at stanle.deetz@colorado.edu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-4713248247198845051?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4713248247198845051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=4713248247198845051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4713248247198845051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4713248247198845051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/peace-and-conflict-certificate.html' title='Peace and Conflict Certificate'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXa2Rumkp-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/yptGxXgdA4w/s72-c/editCIMG7928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-202070940481626236</id><published>2009-01-17T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:49:27.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boulder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CU'/><title type='text'>Technology Heaven- How Computers Take Over Your Life In College</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXNYcPsXxGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XgPlzKNCPWA/s1600-h/editCIMG7960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXNYcPsXxGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XgPlzKNCPWA/s400/editCIMG7960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292671229362685026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;People with laptops are more common than not around the UMC and Leeds Cafe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Koebel Building]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my first week of classes (and unfortunately, homework) I decided to discuss something that is seriously different from high school- the massive amount of assignments, readings, announcements, and even textbooks that you get off the Internet.  This semester, EVERY class in my schedule has an online course page that all of my professors are planning to use heavily. That's 100% of classes where I will have to spend some serious time on the computer, especially in Business Stats where part of our required "texts" was a homework program based entirely online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I actually LOVE having all of my classes so condensed into one place, and not having so many paper copies of various syllabi and assignments rocks.  Professors are far more accessible in college (outside of school hours) than teachers were, which works out nicely because homework and readings require a deeper level of understanding and analyzation than in high school.  CU is really at the forefront of bringing technology onto campus- we have wireless Internet access everywhere (I have yet to not be able to log on), campus email accounts that all students use regularly, and we even pay tuition entirely online.  Leeds and about 50% of the other buildings on campus have TV screens placed in high traffic areas where students can find information on upcoming events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXNbrxZso2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/wgfzWjtbaq8/s1600-h/editCIMG7958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXNbrxZso2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/wgfzWjtbaq8/s400/editCIMG7958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292674794644087650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To find rooms in the business building, use this sweet touch pad! [Koebel Building]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite piece of campus technology (besides my own laptop of course) are strategically placed Macs called Scarpies.  Scarpies are in almost every building on campus and can be used to surf the web for a few minutes before/after classes.  I like them because they make it so I don't always have to bring my computer to campus if all I would need to do is check my email.  They're also great for checking dining hall menus, library hours, and of course, facebook. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXNYbydwD-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/d_x23VdLXAQ/s1600-h/editCIMG7959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXNYbydwD-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/d_x23VdLXAQ/s400/editCIMG7959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292671221516734434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcement screen with current Leeds happenings &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Koebel Building]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-202070940481626236?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/202070940481626236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=202070940481626236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/202070940481626236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/202070940481626236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/technology-heaven-how-computers-take.html' title='Technology Heaven- How Computers Take Over Your Life In College'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SXNYcPsXxGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XgPlzKNCPWA/s72-c/editCIMG7960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-7103596637348165087</id><published>2009-01-13T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:32:56.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plenty of Snow for the First Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SW1qUP92peI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vKCYxfTHcck/s1600-h/editCIMG7981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SW1qUP92peI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vKCYxfTHcck/s400/editCIMG7981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291002033346094562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A Squirrel Enjoys a Snack on Campus [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duane Physics Building&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first day of class for the spring semester, but that didn't stop mother nature from dumping a solid 5 or 6 inches of snow on Boulder in the wee hours of the morning.  When I woke up for my first class around 7:30, none of the sidewalks or roads had been plowed yet. What a way to start the day!  Bundled up and with some serious snow boots on, I managed to get to all my classes on time and keep track of my various new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;syllabi&lt;/span&gt; until I got home later that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester is different for me in a couple of big ways- first off, I'm taking a much wider variety of classes than last semester.  Because first semester freshman in the business school are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-registered for 10 or so credits by the school (Finite Math/Calculus, Microeconomics, and Introduction to Business) I only added one other class when I registered (German).   This semester, I have classes ranging from Business Statistics to Social Problems (a sociology class).  I really like that I have the chance to take a really wide variety of classes to fulfill my core requirements- I get to take off-beat classes that I wouldn't usually get to be in as a business student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other big change this semester is that one of my close friends from high school who came to CU last fall chose to transfer schools.  It's really strange to be totally on my own in Boulder- even though I've made some awesome new friends here, it was nice to have someone who I was really close to at school with me.  As last semester wore on and people really settled into their various social groups, I definitely stopped meeting as many new people as I did at the beginning of the year so I need to start up on that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this semester will be more focused and I'll get a more specific idea of what I really want to do as a career or for my area of emphasis in Leeds.  There's so many certificate programs, minors, and classes I want to take that it's been hard to narrow down my interests- but that's part of what I really love about CU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-7103596637348165087?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7103596637348165087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=7103596637348165087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7103596637348165087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/7103596637348165087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-classes-and-semester-2.html' title='Plenty of Snow for the First Day!'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SW1qUP92peI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vKCYxfTHcck/s72-c/editCIMG7981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-2203916602262125387</id><published>2009-01-03T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:15:50.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 and a New Semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SWJ3cmMfogI/AAAAAAAAAFE/acIpG4XwS3s/s1600-h/editCIMG7911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SWJ3cmMfogI/AAAAAAAAAFE/acIpG4XwS3s/s400/editCIMG7911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287920245659378178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Macky Auditorium]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy new year everyone! Kicking off 2009 was wonderful, despite the last week or so being incredibly busy for me.  Everyone is back in town for about two weeks- my siblings and any friends who went to other colleges all need to be seen and new lives need to be heard about at a rate of five or six people a day. : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I've now gotten past the biggest part of my break and have spent today sleeping in and not driving all over the front range or to the airport. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing bunches of people from high school was so strange- even though it was easy to fall back into my old friendships, it was weird to hear about new cities, classes, and majors.  The wide variety of experiences and schedules, roommates and romances was fun to hear about- and it shocked me how different each school's experience was even though we are all doing basically the same things.  Some schools' lowest level of math was calculus, and some kids would never have to take it again after fufilling basic requirements.  That's part of what I like about CU- because the student body is so big and has a wide variety of interests, there are about a thousand different things to do on any given day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing about all the new activities my friends were getting into in college, I have a new year's resolution- to try out something totally out of the blue for me next semester on campus. Wish me luck! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-2203916602262125387?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2203916602262125387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=2203916602262125387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/2203916602262125387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/2203916602262125387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-and-new-semester.html' title='2009 and a New Semester'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SWJ3cmMfogI/AAAAAAAAAFE/acIpG4XwS3s/s72-c/editCIMG7911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-5391731932386200452</id><published>2008-12-23T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:08:56.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals are Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SVFTDqdzjkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t3qR3wELJeQ/s1600-h/editCIMG7921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SVFTDqdzjkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t3qR3wELJeQ/s400/editCIMG7921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283095160286318146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Berries on Campus [Near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mckenna&lt;/span&gt; Language Building]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Horray&lt;/span&gt;! I know I can speak for everyone when I say I am BEYOND relieved to be done with all my finals and starting winter break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the dorms with everyone studying all the time- and 24/7 quiet hours- was really weird! I got very used to being able to visit all my friends and take breaks from studying at any time during the semester, so so many tests at once was sort of overwhelming. At my high school students could be finals exempt, which I was except for one semester my entire time there.  It was sort of shocking then to have to actually take all my finals and not be able to relax at the end of the semester. Time management was way more important while I was still in classes as well- I ended up having two of my finals at CU on the first day finals could be scheduled, and they were my hardest ones! :(  It was tough, but since I had studied well for the Intro to Business midterms I didn't have to spend nearly as much time on the material for the final. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, taking finals wasn't too bad, but I think I would have done even better if I had taken that type of exam after more classes in high school. For now... it's time to enjoy winter break! Happy Holidays everyone! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-5391731932386200452?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/5391731932386200452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=5391731932386200452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/5391731932386200452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/5391731932386200452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals-are-over.html' title='Finals are Over!'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SVFTDqdzjkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t3qR3wELJeQ/s72-c/editCIMG7921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-6508736353533147848</id><published>2008-12-10T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:06.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting on the Semester</title><content type='html'>Last night was the last horrah night for my floor friends before finals- we were all just hanging out, attempting to get motivated to study, and decided that it would be an awesome idea to bake some cinnamon rolls and wait until tomorrow to worry about it.  It was a celebration of sorts, and lead to a really intense and honest conversation about our college lives so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susanna, Emily, Jessica and I all came into CU for varying reasons- Susanna and I partially because there was nowhere else to turn after not being admitted at different schools, Emily didn't get in at her dream school but found CU amazing, and Jessica came as an out-of-state kid to escape her native Houston and experience the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminising, Susanna mentioned how she had just been really angry at the beginning of the year about even having to go to school in state, and after working incredibly hard through the IB program at our high school she was left high and dry (like nearly half of the IB class) to come to CU, which for many kids had been a backup school. As the semester wore on though, things improved immensly- after all, college is college, and it's really hard not to have a little fun. :)  Now she's really built a community at Colorado because she still got involved, even though she wasn't super psyched about the school- and she's much happier than she expected. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily came in going for a serious college experience and wanted the whole nine yards- football, dorm living, and bleeding black and gold. The semester went really fast for her too, and her enthusiasm for being here was evident in how many people she has gotten to know over the course of just a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me- school is great.  I'm bad at adjusting, and going to college was not a happy thought in my book because I had such great friends in high school.  Watching everyone go off and create new lives, be in pictures with people I'd never seen before, was almost hurtful at first.   I couldn't figure out why I just wasn't getting the same amount of joy out of being at CU that they were from being at different schools- in our hometown even!  I managed to force myself into meeting people- I moved out of a single room and in with a roommate (which was the best choice I could have made) and tried to start talking to the people in my classes.  Overall the semester has gone well, and now that I know how things work around campus next semester should be amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SUCJjUEzsKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nEz1SpZ_eh4/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SUCJjUEzsKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nEz1SpZ_eh4/s400/Photo+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278370003055521954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emily, Jessica, Me (right to left) [My Room]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-6508736353533147848?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6508736353533147848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=6508736353533147848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/6508736353533147848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/6508736353533147848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflecting-on-semester.html' title='Reflecting on the Semester'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SUCJjUEzsKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nEz1SpZ_eh4/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-4137112722470210777</id><published>2008-12-08T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:09:24.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Norlin Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/ST3PQBy6ZsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RHIEbk6P25M/s1600-h/editCIMG7912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/ST3PQBy6ZsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RHIEbk6P25M/s400/editCIMG7912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277602212614923970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Norlin Library]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In honor of the ever-dreaded finals week, I decided to scout out Norlin Library and see exactly how packed the place was getting with finals rushing towards the entire school while we finish up our last week of classes. I discovered several things, well known to most CU students:&lt;br /&gt;1. Anywhere in the library where you have a chance of talking/being loud and studying at the same time is totally full. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you don't want to talk, there's around a zillion nooks all over the place that you can use to study, in every library and most buildings on campus.&lt;br /&gt;3. Construction is never-ending on campus, and although useful, is rather irritating when half of the library's usual study space is taken up.&lt;br /&gt;What I discovered, instead of the lack of space I previously found when wandering through the main parts of the library, was the most extensive collection of books I'd ever seen and tons of room to spread out and work in a quiet place.  That's so handy after attempting to do anything resembling studying in the highly distracting dorm environments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For those of you who haven't been in Norlin, imagine this (and yes, that black dot is a person!):&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/ST3PY-5zqBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XHv1jDmfNSs/s1600-h/CIMG7895edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/ST3PY-5zqBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XHv1jDmfNSs/s400/CIMG7895edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277602366457358354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now multiply that by 3 levels and 3 or 4 shelves wide. THAT IS SO MANY BOOKS!  I'm a total bookworm, so I find this to be a really impressive feature of CU.  I couldn't even find exactly how many books there are in the Norlin collection on their website, but it's not of any great importance- with an extremely adept &lt;a href="http://ucblibraries.colorado.edu/ill/index.htm"&gt;inter library loan system&lt;/a&gt;, CU-Boulder can put just about any book in the world in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/ST3RyFSrksI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XI-EFLLdA2s/s1600-h/CIMG7900edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/ST3RyFSrksI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XI-EFLLdA2s/s400/CIMG7900edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277604996692284098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Library's typical Boulder view&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [Norlin Library]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So if you're scrambling to prepare for finals or just want to find some more info for a research paper, I would definitely recommend hitting up Norlin- once you enter the "Norlin Stacks", which are the huge collections I mentioned above- there's some great desks and tables where you can get your work done. But simply wandering around until I found a new room seemed to unearth plenty of empty seats for me as well. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-4137112722470210777?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4137112722470210777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=4137112722470210777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4137112722470210777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/4137112722470210777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/12/norlin-library.html' title='Norlin Library'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/ST3PQBy6ZsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RHIEbk6P25M/s72-c/editCIMG7912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-946461490307270962</id><published>2008-12-04T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:22:01.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STjRi77I4OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8fL4vHkvYMw/s1600-h/CIMG7865edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STjRi77I4OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8fL4vHkvYMw/s400/CIMG7865edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276197361596031202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[The Koebel Building]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Hope that break went swimmingly and that everyone is gearing up for their finals!  My break went pretty well and consisted mainly of cooking my first ever turkey solo and sleeping in... pretty typical I suppose!  : ) I didn't even realize it when we went to break, but we only have one more week of classes coming up after this Friday- and then finals are upon us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should know that after your last final, you need to "vacate the building" after 24 hours- and all the dorms are closed over break. Don't forget anything here, because no one will be around to let you in! : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first real snow of the year, and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed it! It's really funny to be around to see my friends who haven't seen snow before- I can't even imagine how weird it must be to see it in movies and on TV all the time and never get a chance to make a snowball or build a fort!  Outside Darley Commons today people were so psyched for snowboarding that they built jumps along all the stairs, which was pretty funny to watch when I went to get dinner and my mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus looked even more picturesque than usual (hard!) and even though my feet were freezing because I left my boots at home, I managed to snap a few shots of our first storm of the season.  Biking around campus in the snow seems like a feat within itself... somebody told me earlier this year, "Once you fall off your bike in the snow once, it never happens again."  Sort of scared me into taking the bus for a while. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STjV653EWrI/AAAAAAAAADo/0BQtfn4Q_D0/s1600-h/CIMG7870edit+TWO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STjV653EWrI/AAAAAAAAADo/0BQtfn4Q_D0/s400/CIMG7870edit+TWO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276202171405458098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;My camera even got snowed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;on&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;! [Norlin Quad]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STjVEamb-7I/AAAAAAAAADg/aFUvCxxAKhU/s1600-h/CIMG7871edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STjVEamb-7I/AAAAAAAAADg/aFUvCxxAKhU/s400/CIMG7871edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276201235301268402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snowfall, measured in bicycles [Norlin Library]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-946461490307270962?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/946461490307270962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=946461490307270962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/946461490307270962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/946461490307270962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow.html' title='SNOW!!!'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STjRi77I4OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8fL4vHkvYMw/s72-c/CIMG7865edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-3432240065343610464</id><published>2008-11-19T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:03:47.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flatirons Hiking</title><content type='html'>So this week, my older brother Karl was in town.  Having graduated from CU in 2005, the guy knows Boulder and its surrounding activities pretty well, mainly focusing on everything outdoors. I requested that we hike the flatirons- I've seen the pictures from tons of friends who had done it, and I wanted to get my very own picture of our lovely campus from the mountains!&lt;br /&gt;The view of Boulder from the top was breathtaking or rather, I was just still out of breath from the climbing up the trail, which was steep and rocky but not excruciatingly difficult.  The only major danger we faced resulted in some kid pushing a relatively huge (think big watermelon-sized) rock off the trail above us and failing to warn anyone below of the boulder of death hurling down the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the rest of the hike went on without incident and was definitely worth the climb for the gorgeous view of Boulder you get at the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STatLNMCU2I/AAAAAAAAACw/CQc8CVAGlkA/s1600-h/CIMG7755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STatLNMCU2I/AAAAAAAAACw/CQc8CVAGlkA/s320/CIMG7755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275594421541426018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STatMjXf4BI/AAAAAAAAADI/yl74-H6FneM/s1600-h/CIMG7758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STatMjXf4BI/AAAAAAAAADI/yl74-H6FneM/s320/CIMG7758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275594444674949138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STatMMQDquI/AAAAAAAAADA/svO3Pkad950/s1600-h/CIMG7759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STatMMQDquI/AAAAAAAAADA/svO3Pkad950/s320/CIMG7759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275594438469724898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STatLnN9pwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mtR34GjNeVw/s1600-h/CIMG7769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STatLnN9pwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mtR34GjNeVw/s320/CIMG7769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275594428528830210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-3432240065343610464?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3432240065343610464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=3432240065343610464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/3432240065343610464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/3432240065343610464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/11/flatirons-hiking.html' title='Flatirons Hiking'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/STatLNMCU2I/AAAAAAAAACw/CQc8CVAGlkA/s72-c/CIMG7755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-6433749874552814887</id><published>2008-11-17T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:04:46.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Method of Procrastination</title><content type='html'>Generally speaking, I am a relatively good student. When it comes down to it, I'll do the assignment. Given, more often than I'd like to admit it's the day before my work is due, but overall I keep on top of things.&lt;br /&gt;On those days when I have nothing to do (or rather, that I want to do :P) I turn to &lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;StumbleUpon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's the internet finding everything you never knew you loved and sticking it in a convenient button, alike so:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SSIsNOtijDI/AAAAAAAAACo/ISPwwVn5Ykw/s1600-h/Clipboard01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269823119775927346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SSIsNOtijDI/AAAAAAAAACo/ISPwwVn5Ykw/s320/Clipboard01.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every time you click, a new page pops up from a category that you specified when you first installed the program (Art, photography, cooking, bikes, etc.). By clicking the little thumbs-up or thumbs-down, Stumble becomes even more you-specific and bookmarks thumbs-up pages for you.&lt;br /&gt;Today I even stumbled upon a site that prods you to do your written work- you chose varying levels of annoyance and the website makes sure that you get a certain number of words or minutes of writing done. &lt;a href="http://lab.drwicked.com/writeordie.html"&gt;Check it out here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other cool stuff Stumble has brought to me-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://deputy-dog.com/2008/10/pimp-my-drainpipe.html"&gt;Pimped out drainpipes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://collegeruled.com/"&gt;College ruled&lt;/a&gt;, that creates your schedule in a pretty, printable weekly sheet.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://blog.ratestogo.com/10-tastiest-candy-stores-in-new-york-city/"&gt;The Top 10 Candy Stores of NYC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the possibilities are endless. Whatever you love most in life stumble will find for you in all kinds of super interesting stuff on the web.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it's only available for &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.com/en-US/firefox/"&gt;Mozilla Firefox&lt;/a&gt; (not Internet Explorer) which you should all be using anyway because it is less likely to be targeted for viruses; so you can protect your laptop and get a cool program! :)&lt;br /&gt;Once you've installed Firefox, click &lt;a href="https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/138"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to install Stumble and begin procrastinating. Best of luck in all your web-based wanderings! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-6433749874552814887?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6433749874552814887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=6433749874552814887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/6433749874552814887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/6433749874552814887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-favorite-method-of.html' title='My New Favorite Method of Procrastination'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SSIsNOtijDI/AAAAAAAAACo/ISPwwVn5Ykw/s72-c/Clipboard01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-8266785290981771313</id><published>2008-11-13T20:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:13:22.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surving the Dining Hall Recipes #1</title><content type='html'>At this point in the year, I think I'm correct in saying that most of us are looking forward to a serious Thanksgiving dinner or food at home more than we ever imagined we would. Let's face it... the dining hall food will get you by and is sometimes surprisingly delicious, but there are definitely those nights where you grab a plate, walk from one end of the line to the other, and end up having a piece of bread and carrot sticks.&lt;br /&gt;I was having a particularly anti-dorm food week this week, and I discovered some creative and delicious ways to use what the halls provide everyday- sandwich fixings and the salad bar- to create delicious eats that are seriously reminiscent of elementary school and packing your lunch back in the day. Hopefully you can hold yourself over until Fall break with these ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Peanut Butter, Honey, and Banana S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really, really impossible to find these ingredients and not have them taste good- which makes it an excellent standby when you're really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SR0GUIaSLsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CqsAbvT4JGM/s1600-h/n703775819_1621840_2978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SR0GUIaSLsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CqsAbvT4JGM/s320/n703775819_1621840_2978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268374082018225858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SR0GiJLYhCI/AAAAAAAAACY/NzVmPRuaw6A/s1600-h/n703775819_1621842_3633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SR0GiJLYhCI/AAAAAAAAACY/NzVmPRuaw6A/s320/n703775819_1621842_3633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268374322742330402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SR0Gifizv6I/AAAAAAAAACg/KfeDHfQa1WI/s1600-h/n703775819_1621844_4289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SR0Gifizv6I/AAAAAAAAACg/KfeDHfQa1WI/s320/n703775819_1621844_4289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268374328746164130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Ants on a Log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you weren't aware, ants on a log is super yummy- and although it's another peanut butter based dish (I think that was my theme this week :P) it rocks pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SR0EdTDz9HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-iLDk0aGnmQ/s1600-h/CIMG7740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SR0EdTDz9HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-iLDk0aGnmQ/s320/CIMG7740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268372040472327282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3. BLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLT's&lt;/span&gt; are classic, delicious, and super easy. You don't even have to cook the bacon here and the toasters are really, really hard to mess up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast is actually a good chance to get normal food- bagels, waffles, and basic fruit is excellent in the morning, especially at Libby.  The waffle makers even have the CU logo on them! I just noticed that the other day and made a waffle just to test it out. They ended up tasting really good besides looking very school spirit filled and cool looking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Deli Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, make your own sandwich. Can't skip that one! You can also have them toasted/grilled at chef's stations if you bring your food over and ask them to pop it on a hot surface for a few minutes which is also tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone manages to stay well-fed and that next week will be the fastest of the semester- Get excited for break! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-8266785290981771313?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8266785290981771313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=8266785290981771313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8266785290981771313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8266785290981771313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/11/surving-dining-hall-recipes-1.html' title='Surving the Dining Hall Recipes #1'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SR0GUIaSLsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CqsAbvT4JGM/s72-c/n703775819_1621840_2978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-3486250262346946474</id><published>2008-11-11T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:42:24.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Connections- Matchmakers of the Job World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/images/justforfun/downloads/desktops/office_dwight_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 273px;" src="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/images/justforfun/downloads/desktops/office_dwight_800x600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Career connections' presentation this evening was long and somewhat tedious- and luckily, also extremely useful! :) Basically, career connections is a one stop shop for getting the most out of your degree- from finding jobs, internships and other real-world business opportunities to editing resumes and deciding on an area of emphasis,  Career connections is the real deal- one upperclassman who came to talk to us got to go to a networking fair in NYC with over 150 CU alumni to get advice from.&lt;br /&gt;CC also can give your application a boost with employers who are generally looking for Ivy League graduates- which means you could get the same employment opportunities as the kid sitting next to you from Harvard.  Getting competitive internships allows you to experience a job and make the mistakes you're bound to make- without risking your career on learning how to do what you're supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;Other advice offered by the older people who had used career connections extensively:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go to your advisor every semester&lt;/span&gt; and make sure you're on track- do not be the guy who doesn't graduate because you don't have 3 core credits.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get involved.&lt;/span&gt; This has probably been pounded into our brains more times than you can even count, but it's true- high school activities can't go on your college resume for more than a year. :( So much for DECA and FBLA...&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get to know your professors&lt;/span&gt; so you can beg them for letters of recommendation later... and do better in their classes. :)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Find what you love &lt;/span&gt;and go for it- pursue what interests you because in the end, that's where you will be the most successful.&lt;br /&gt;I realize this all sounds like stuff that you'll be worrying about junior/senior year, but you have the chance to find internships even as a freshman.&lt;br /&gt;Signing up on the &lt;a href="http://careerservices.colorado.edu/"&gt;Career Services website&lt;/a&gt; (Career Services is the overarching career service for the whole school, whereas &lt;a href="http://leeds.colorado.edu/Career_Connections/interior.aspx?id=142"&gt;Career Connections&lt;/a&gt; is Leeds-specific) allows you to scan through available positions and apply to any that sound intriguing, and if you're feeling lazy it can even provide you with a list of jobs that want you.&lt;br /&gt;TO SIGN UP FOR THIS COOL STUFF: Click on the sign in link in the upper right hand corner, and when given the option to sign in click on register.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-3486250262346946474?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3486250262346946474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=3486250262346946474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/3486250262346946474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/3486250262346946474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/11/career-connections-matchmakers-of-job.html' title='Career Connections- Matchmakers of the Job World'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-6445774383241170486</id><published>2008-11-06T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:50:36.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me vs. BCOR 1010</title><content type='html'>So here I am, a survivor of both BCOR 1010 midterms! Horray! After such a grueling time on the frst midterm of the class (the average was 60-70%), I think most of us went in with a hope that this test would be a little easier on the  grade. No such luck however as we recieved our 8 page monster in the Coors Events Center last night. I'm not sure about everyone else, but I was totally hit hard when we were asked to prepare a balance sheet and income statement from scratch. Needless to say, it was not an easy first question to open up the book to. Or really an easy question at all.&lt;br /&gt;Just out of curiosity, did anyone actually run out of time on the test? I know I was cutting it close and I take tests quite fast usually.&lt;br /&gt;Despite some serious studying beforehand, I still felt like I didn't know as much for this test as I did for the first one, which is definitely stressful since this one is 25% of our grade instead of the megar 15% of the first one!  It seems like the recitation leaders are looking for more examples in our writing than I'm used to, so hopefully I improved in that respect.  At least the week was a little less busy without class on Wednesday or recitation tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;I guess the next thing to turn to is our company project due at the end of the semester. I'm giving up some of my lovely free time from canceled recitation to work on it in one of the group rooms that you can reserve in the Koebel building. It's so awesome and way easier than I expected- just check out the library's website &lt;a href="http://leeds-trs.colorado.edu/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and then you select your time slots and click enter! The rooms open during your time slot with your buff card and give you a really good place to do group work.  Hope everyone did well on the midterm and enjoy a free hour tomorrow! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-6445774383241170486?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6445774383241170486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=6445774383241170486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/6445774383241170486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/6445774383241170486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-vs-bcor-1010.html' title='Me vs. BCOR 1010'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-1765373422747240616</id><published>2008-11-04T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:45:21.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology, Media, and the Arts Certificate Program- Horray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SREWiWDVeqI/AAAAAAAAABo/_z12zpU2Gfc/s1600-h/CIMG7733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SREWiWDVeqI/AAAAAAAAABo/_z12zpU2Gfc/s320/CIMG7733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265014218663754402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Pictured Above: The ATLAS building this evening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey again everyone! Today I decided to check out a presentation on the Technology, Media and Arts certificate (TMAC) that CU has- and it is super awesome! When I walked in I was expecting the program to be more computer and communications oriented, but that's definitely not the case! Within the program you get to take all kinds of sweet classes in digital art and media, so you get to learn how to make flash animations/games with Java, create websites, and take other art classes.&lt;br /&gt;Into the technology section of the certificate, many of the classes overlap with the requirements for the Information Systems area of emphasis.&lt;br /&gt;Benefits of the certificate include access to a private study lounge in the ATLAS building (basically brand new and so pretty!) and tons of media equipment like video cameras that you can check out to work on projects. They literally have to code your buffcard to open this lounge and some other study rooms because they are reserved only for Communications and TMAC students. Oftentimes for a senior thesis people create a website or project based around their major, because the certificate is available for anyone who attends CU-Boulder.&lt;br /&gt;People in the business school can achieve this certificate without taking any extra classes if you plan it right as well- the classes you take for the certificate can apply to your core requirements and electives so there's no extra classes involved!&lt;br /&gt;With 21 credits and classes ranging from "Music Video Projects for Social Change" to "Digital Poetry", the TMAC sounds like a really interesting way to gain a more media oriented education within technology fields.&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in the program, check out their website &lt;a href="http://tam.colorado.edu/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!  Their offices are also availiable in the ATLAS building, room 225. The program is growing really fast and has almost doubled in size in the last two years, so get in there quickly if you think it's something you're interested in! :)&lt;br /&gt;The guy giving the presentation was actually the co-ordinator for the certificate, Dave Kalahar, who can meet with anyone interested and let them know how the program works. His email is david.kalahar@colorado.edu.&lt;br /&gt;Hope this was helpful, good luck to everybody on the BCOR 1010 midterm tomorrow! Woo! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-1765373422747240616?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1765373422747240616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=1765373422747240616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/1765373422747240616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/1765373422747240616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/11/technology-media-and-arts-certificate.html' title='Technology, Media, and the Arts Certificate Program- Horray!'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SREWiWDVeqI/AAAAAAAAABo/_z12zpU2Gfc/s72-c/CIMG7733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-1965766046894083528</id><published>2008-10-28T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:31:44.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boulder greens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boba tea'/><title type='text'>The Hill and Boba Tea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQfSmhcFgoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_neLuFpLSGk/s1600-h/CIMG7668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQfSmhcFgoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_neLuFpLSGk/s320/CIMG7668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262406248858747522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again! Yesterday I decided I should figure out some of the cool stuff available to do on the Hill- we all know it's THE place to hit up for good food, shows, and just walking around if you're ever bored and on campus, but what precisely to eat or drink?  Heading out with two of my buddies, we were specifically searching for Boba tea- the coffee-esque drink with "pearls" of tapioca at the bottom. Needless to say, Boulder is a great place for finding strange food and Boba tea definitely falls in that catagory!&lt;br /&gt;According to my Boba experts, Jessica and Susanna, the best place in Boulder to get authentic Boba tea is &lt;a href="http://ecoequipments.com/traling.com/"&gt;Tra-ling's Oriental Cafe&lt;/a&gt;, directly on the intersection of Pleasant Street and Broadway.  For $3 bucks you can get a large Boba tea sealed in a cool cup, like so:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQfT5SuVACI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8xxkM1DK24E/s1600-h/CIMG7689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQfT5SuVACI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8xxkM1DK24E/s320/CIMG7689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262407670837870626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the straws that come with the tea are huge so that the tapioca can zoom up and totally shock you the first time you try it! Here is me enjoying my first ever Boulder Boba tea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQfUYYE1skI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iCstZtqtFSk/s1600-h/CIMG7679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQfUYYE1skI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iCstZtqtFSk/s320/CIMG7679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262408204850410050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boba tea searching tends to bring out quite the hunger in people, so it was brought to my attention that salad would be an awesome addition to our Boba. My friend Bree is vegetarian, and being a leaf eater she suggested that we go to &lt;a href="http://www.bouldergreens.com/"&gt;Boulder Greens&lt;/a&gt;, a sick create your own salad restaurant with just about everything you could possibly think of to put on a salad. Tasty and filling (the salads are really big), it's a nice alternative to usually fried/over-cooked dining hall food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQfX8TJRHSI/AAAAAAAAABU/H77z9s2jCmw/s1600-h/CIMG7690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQfX8TJRHSI/AAAAAAAAABU/H77z9s2jCmw/s320/CIMG7690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262412120536980770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQfXV4YCPII/AAAAAAAAABM/ZJvhunE2QeY/s1600-h/CIMG7691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQfXV4YCPII/AAAAAAAAABM/ZJvhunE2QeY/s320/CIMG7691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262411460516134018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQfW0x6S96I/AAAAAAAAABE/JOyx0Um8U9g/s1600-h/CIMG7696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQfW0x6S96I/AAAAAAAAABE/JOyx0Um8U9g/s320/CIMG7696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262410891845105570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, most of the food on the Hill is pretty excellent- my personal favorites are Cheba Hut and Jimmy John's. I'd love comments on other places I should hit up- let me know what's better! :)  That's all for today, have an awesome week everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-1965766046894083528?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1965766046894083528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=1965766046894083528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/1965766046894083528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/1965766046894083528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/10/hill-and-boba-tea.html' title='The Hill and Boba Tea!'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQfSmhcFgoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_neLuFpLSGk/s72-c/CIMG7668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-3377291091855902708</id><published>2008-10-23T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:31:04.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting up to Speed</title><content type='html'>Since I'm starting the blog a little later in the year, I just wanted to do a (hopefully) speedy post as to what's been going on so far for me at CU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year started off really well during my first few days- instead of moving in on the really big, major move in day of the year, I signed up to do Stampede- a freshman leadership camp in which you got to meet other cool people, hang out in Boulder, and most importantly... move in early!  None the less, getting all my stuff into my room in Baker took forever, even &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQCpbsGeEkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3W1tda2pu2w/s1600-h/CIMG7477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQCpbsGeEkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3W1tda2pu2w/s320/CIMG7477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260390657928598082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;without a bunch of other kids, upset parents, and random relatives blocking hallways.  Stampede turned out to be a really good way to get a jump start on making some new friends- that's where I met my current roommate Susanna, who I shall probably be mentioning quite a bit throughout the year since we usually go Boulder-exploring together.  It was kind of like a second orientation, which was really sweet because my orientation experience wasn't so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days of blissful silence in my dorm came the entire rest of the freshman class and things got really busy for the few days before classes started!  Basically we got a bunch of free food, stickers, shirts, fliers, concerts, and anything else that you can slap a logo on to get all of us informed about happenings around CU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leeds also hosted its own freshman welcome event, appropriately titled "Leedsapalooza". Not only did we get awesome shirts (free!) and ice cream (free!), we also got to go on tours of the Koebel building and talk to upperclassmen about the business classes and what other clubs and student organizations CU has that are specifically business related. &lt;a href="http://leeds.colorado.edu/Current_Students/interior.aspx?id=712"&gt;Here's a list&lt;/a&gt; of undergraduate business clubs, most of which allow anyone to pop in and check out a meeting or several to see if they're interested at any time during the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Classes started off great and finding rooms was easy- buildings on campus are unlocked almost all the time, so taking an hour so in the few days before classes start to find rooms is easy and helpful once y&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQCs4S4eKjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5jkhYHkeZ_k/s1600-h/CIMG7484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQCs4S4eKjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5jkhYHkeZ_k/s320/CIMG7484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260394447910087218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ou have your schedule.  Big classes at CU- which you usually get a few of as a freshman, for the most part really basic courses like Introduction to Business, Intro to Microeconomics, and Finite Math- haven't really been too much of a problem. Depending on your ability to pay attention and how much sleep you got the night before and are planning to make up for in class, you can sit accordingly.  A good rule of thumb is that your class is only as big as however many people are sitting in front of you, because the first few rows don't feel like you're in a room with massive amounts of people.  In my Intro to Business class, I sit near the front and it feels like a smaller class because my professor recognizes me and looks directly at people in the front rows while she speaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what's been going on on campus and in class so far. Next blog I'm probably going to put up a bunch of different cool things to do around Boulder and off campus, so stay tuned! Have a good one! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-3377291091855902708?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3377291091855902708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=3377291091855902708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/3377291091855902708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/3377291091855902708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-up-to-speed.html' title='Getting up to Speed'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SQCpbsGeEkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3W1tda2pu2w/s72-c/CIMG7477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-8357403622735670177</id><published>2008-10-21T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:45:24.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CU'/><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SP-stxAg5SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K8okydwpfEA/s1600-h/farrand+field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SP-stxAg5SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K8okydwpfEA/s320/farrand+field.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260112792041612578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there! My name is Heidi and I'm a Colorado kiddo from Fort Collins.  This year I'm living in Williams Village, the tallest and most fortress-like buildings in Boulder. I've been recruited for this awesome job by the business school- not only do I get to write about doing cool things all over campus and Boulder, but you get to sit and read about it! I do the work, you reap the benefits of knowing all kinds of insider info about Leeds, CU, Boulder, and any other really awesome stuff I find to do around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to say about me? I'm a freshman majoring in Business Administration, but I haven't decided on an emphasis yet... tough decision!  I'm a serious internet addict so I'm online constantly- checking email, checking facebook, checking WSJ.com, checking facebook, updating facebook, etc... and then maybe a few sentences of homework, and then facebook. : )  I'm a bit of an art nerd so I'm really into photography, painting, drawing, and even writing when I get inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling is my passion and I want to go everywhere. Literally.  So far so good! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a serious music junkie, but I have problems breaking out of my current collection. Some favorites would include Billy Talent, Bayside, Cartel, Paramore, Saosin, Tegan &amp;amp; Sarah, and various swing of the 1920's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I like best in the world: polaroids, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;, movies, getting real mail in envelopes, snow, skeleton keys, the purple christmas lights in my room, bright colors, springtime, and Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I like least in the world: people who don't vote, black jellybeans, tapioca pudding, broken fortune cookies, bad shampoo, and running out of something you love or need. Such as right now, I have run out of thumbtacks with which I could be covering my bulletin board with personal momentos and reminders of fun previous happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now that you know masses of random things about me, I hope you'll be intrigued enough to come back and read more of what is to come from my wanderings of CU- I'll be posting pictures of life in Boulder so far shortly! Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-8357403622735670177?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8357403622735670177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=8357403622735670177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8357403622735670177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/8357403622735670177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>Heidi Obermeyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08083269598670667976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/S8M6z09trUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Q9ln68DRYU/S220/DSC_0234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeqEaVOqX0g/SP-stxAg5SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K8okydwpfEA/s72-c/farrand+field.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1059034849882831966.post-3556800177346879913</id><published>2008-10-15T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:00:10.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the Leeds First Year Student Blog!  Follow Heidi as she navigates the highs and lows of college life- exams, friends, activities, laughs and reflections.  It's the real deal.  Join in the conversation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1059034849882831966-3556800177346879913?l=leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3556800177346879913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1059034849882831966&amp;postID=3556800177346879913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/3556800177346879913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1059034849882831966/posts/default/3556800177346879913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leedsfirstyear.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Sally Forester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321342443367998784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
