Rocketships and Masking Tape

I tapped into my inner child this weekend. Select members of 9th floor Murray had an early breakfast of waffles and ice cream before beginning an epic journey of cardboard mastery. I will say our rocketship (The Darling Clementine) was a success, as long as you keep in mind nostalgic memories of childhood architecture. One of the fins, stabilized by cardboard ribs and wishful thinking, succumbed to gravity. The booster however was a resounding success, as well as the cockpit.

This all began when I finished moving in everything that had been dormant for over a year in the Coe College storage facility. It was odd to see what I thought was necessary to save (empty CD cases, scraps of paper, Judy Garland stickers...), and a bit distressing to remember what I had in fact left at home (bedsheets). However, one of the boxes was big enough for 9th floor's rocketship dreams.

Classes are stimulating. My Intro to Political Science class is frightfully large. And I turned in my Turkey application, although I won't hear anything until late March. It's a bit anticlimatic (Whoopee...).