I have a confession. The other day, I sat all day on my couch and binge-watched The Office. My sole meal for that particular day consisted of chocolate chip banana pancakes and peanut butter. Now that's out in the open, I'm here to tell you that you shouldn't spend your summer like that. With the summer heat pounding down and left-over exhaustion from classes, those Netflix and chill days are sometimes needed, but the problem arises when those days become the entire summer. You only have one body, so treat yourself well this summer. What does that look like practically? We have some ideas!
Throughout the school year, thousands of students call Clinton, MS home. Because there are so many things to do during that time (CAB events, informals, club meetings, class, homework, etc.), students can easily overlook the unique things Clinton itself offers, so the Tower brainstormed and thought of some of amazing things to do in our lovely town. If you are calling Clinton home this summer, visiting for a day or so, or taking notes for next school year, here are our ideas.
Free time is something that seems foreign to students, but it's summer time and, as they say, the living is easy. Since we all get to live a few months without academic responsibilities hanging over our heads, it gives us a great opportunity to do a lot of things we don't have time for during the school year.
As a twenty-one years old, I could learn a lot from my kindergartener self. As a kindergartener, I grasped the fact that sometimes I had to share my favorite toy with my friend because my friend was worth that. Somewhere along the way between my five year old counterpart and the junior in college, the concept of sacrificing for my friends became more difficult. Most of the time I know exactly how to be a good friend, but ultimately, being someone's friend proves inconvenient.
I don't know about everyone else, but I am striving to turn in final projects and to take final exams. Notice I didn't say struggling, but striving. If we flashed back to Freshman year, I would not be able to say the same thing. I was struggling. Since my Freshman year, thankfully, things have changed.
Transferring to a new college is completely different than coming in as a freshman, but I have realized that transfers are not that different after all. Yes, we come in older, but we are just as confused as everyone else, if not more disoriented. It takes some time to get used to a new school no matter who you are.
Hey, are you a current student at MC?
Are you looking for an on campus job?
Do you have a love Mississippi College that is too fierce to ignore?
Do you love getting to know other students? And even getting to talk to prospective students?
Are you entertained by the variety of ways people choose to set up their voicemail box?
As a freshman, I agonized over figuring out what my major should be. After a couple of English classes, I knew that I wanted to major in Literature, but I had heard too many people say Humanities majors could expect to flip burgers for the rest of their lives. I prayed and agonized until finally I decided that I would regret not majoring in English. It came down to deciding if I wanted to let fear dictate my decisions for the rest of my life or live the kind of life I wanted.
Mississippi College's campus is full of odes to Greek and Roman architecture. (Don't stop reading because I said that. I promise this is an interesting blog!) Our campus was completed in the Neoclassical style, and several Neoclassical architects believed that architecture could actually make you better. Now, while I'm not so sure about that philosophy, there is one spot on campus that gives us incredible insight into the purpose of our education: the Arches.
When you were five years old, scribbling the creation of your imagination with crayons, someone may have asked you, "What do you want to do when you grow up?" Perhaps you excitedly replied a doctor, an actor, or the president. Maybe you confidently answered an astronaut, a superhero, or a princess. However, many of us find that once we are actually "grown up," we draw a blank. The childish confidence sputters out into silence, and we are left waiting, wondering what to do next when we actually have no idea of where we are going.