I wanted to be scared. I wanted ghost stories to tell. I wanted something I couldn’t explain. I left entertained rather than convinced. As it turns out, I might not have needed to travel hundreds of miles to find a good ghost story.
Life
All about life on campus at Idaho State University. This includes club events, activities sponsored by Union Programs Council and the Student Activities Board.
These days I am very old, but hearing that ISU’s Commercial Music program was gearing up to play an all-Radiohead concert on Oct. 23 spirited me directly back to the dorm-room excitement of first queuing up “In Rainbows.”
As anyone who’s been on campus longer than thirty seconds can tell you, good old Idaho State is in no short supply of student-led clubs. But for the Paranormal Club, what did those Bengals see inside Frazier Hall that led to their club’s death?
Each Monday for the past 2 ½ years, I would gather my roommates and taste-test two mocktails. And now, after 2 ½ years of diligently writing this column, Mocktail Monday has arrived at its final installment.
Outside Frazier Hall, the trees are in full bloom. Campus lots are beginning to fill up with out-of-state license plates as students in their caps and gowns take pictures in front of university signage… I guess now would be a good time to mention the curse.
Emme’s done this three or four times.
She’s defeated giant fluffy monsters with non gluten-free bread, lost a hamster, corrected Ashley A. that her name is pronounced E-muh and reluctantly choked down broccoli. But this time is different.
Inside the Bistline Theatre, her light-up turquoise sneakers are caked with mud.
ISU’s Sports Management Department held the twentieth annual Bengal Triathlon last Friday and Saturday, in collaboration with students throughout the athletics program and members of the community.
I grew up in a small, rural, Midwest town, isolated from the noise of the world, ignorant to everything but corn and my small family. A short walk from my house was one of the few restaurants in town, 44 Drive-In. It’s now long gone.
If you’re reading this newspaper, it’s more than likely that you’re on the ISU campus. If that’s true, it’s more than likely that you’re within eyeshot of a drink machine.
Take a look at it. Notice anything? That’s right, dear reader: you’re on a Coke Campus.
With the hot blue and red lights pouring on his face, Jake Roecker, a second year Commercial Music student at ISU, is solely focused on the movements of his drumsticks. He’s keeping one ear open for his four bandmates, waiting for the perfect opportunity to play them up, emphasizing their talents.
April 27. Start of dead week. Prepare to have no extra assignments and no energy.
May 1. Last Bengal issue of the semester. The perfect homework break and light read.
May 4. Finals week, not your final week. For the graduates – kiss school goodbye!
Kathie Chandler was working as a massage therapist when one afternoon, she said, a voice interrupted one of her sessions. The massage room was quiet except for the soft hum of a fan.
“Tell her where the money is. Tell her it’s in the coffee cans in the garage,” Chandler recalled hearing.
She hesitated before repeating the message to the woman on the table. The client froze. The voice, she said, sounded like her husband, who had died.
The next day the woman called back with an update. She had discovered $30,000 hidden in coffee cans in her garage.
Two hundred feet or so from the Pond Student Union building, a man in heavy boots vanishes into a hatch on the sidewalk to work on one of Idaho State University’s oldest and best-kept secrets.
This… tastes a bit like someone is scooping out your eyeballs, shoving a cattle prod into your mouth, and drowning you in the dead sea, all at the same time. It’s a great April Fool’s drink?
Ahhh… the sun. The sand. The waves. The sticky feeling of creamy sunscreen being spread across your back as its distinctive odor lingers in the air.