It’s your last week of classes! Hopefully you’re hanging in there so you can finish strong. My students have two more weeks, then finals. If it were 1996, I’d still have well over another month of classes. That was the trade-off for having a six-week break from Thanksgiving to New Year’s and not starting the year until after Labor Day.
This time of the year in Athens it would be starting to get hot and that meant you had to be careful. You would begin to see ice cream cones on the sidewalk in front of Perkins Hall, an all-guys, upperclassmen dorm. These were a warning to steer clear and give that particular section of sidewalk a wide berth. Perkins was right next to our beloved Shively Dining Hall, so it was possible that someone just dropped their soft-serve cone on the way out – but often there would be more than one cone – highly suspect.
A group of us used to sit on the wall across the street after dinner and just wait, wait for a group of poor, unsuspecting freshmen to come walking along, perhaps on their way to a math class in Morton. They would reach the target zone, and out of nowhere – splat! Several ice cream cones launched from an open third floor window would scatter the group like a flock of pigeons. And we would just howl, it was just hilarious. Even seeing the melted cones on the sidewalk made me smile.
The RA’s in that dorm never did find out who the ice cream hurlers were. The culprits would sling the sweets from a hallway window and dash back to their rooms. I had several friends that lived in that building, but, although they appreciated the entertainment, were never directly involved in the mayhem as far as I know. There were threats to no longer allow the cones to be taken out of the dining hall, but they never made good on them. Maybe I’ll go back for a homecoming and there will still be ice cream on that same sidewalk.
Study hard, but not so much that you aren’t also enjoying your college experience.
I really want some ice cream now.
The above is excellent advice. We are all guilty of trying to plan every detail of our lives and worrying about the future when the truth is, we have no clue and no real control.
I wrote the following brief autobiography in Spanish class, nearly 20 years ago:
Hola! Me llamo Sarah Courtier. Soy de Loveland, Ohio, cerca de Cincinnati. Cuando you era más menor creía que yo era un gato. VivÍa con mis padres y mi hermana menor que se llama Emily. Asistí Loveland High School. Mi familia tiene muchos animals, tiene 2 caballos, 5 gatos, un perro, y cuatro conejos. Teníamos una cabra y un par de cisnes pero eran demasiado apuro.
Ahora vivo en Johnson Hall. Me gusta mi cuarto y mi compañera de cuarto. Estoy especializando en la quimica. Me encanta la quimica. Soy un miembro de Reach Out on Campus, una organización religiosa. Atendo Athens Church of Christ. Soy un miembro del coro de ACC. Me encanta cantar.
Despues de graduación, mi novio y yo vamos a casarnos. Viviremos en o cerca de Loveland. Mi novio es ministro. Yo trabajaré en una fabrica de quimico.
I won’t translate the entire thing, but the gist of it is that I used to live with my family and we had lots of animals and now I like living with my roommate, love chemistry and singing. The last paragraph, which is the point, says “After graduation, my boyfriend and I are going to get married. We will live in or near Loveland (my hometown)…I will work in a chemical factory.” When I read this now I just laugh and laugh. Some things are still the same; I still love animals, chemistry, and singing. The boyfriend mentioned here and I broke up some months after this and, though we are still good friends, I can’t imagine having married him. If someone told me then that I wouldn’t get married until I was 27, that I would move to northeast Ohio and work for a women’s college, I never would have believed them.
One day everything seems settled and to be going according to plan, our plan, but everything can change in an instant. Enjoy the ride and love the people that you get to live life with and don’t stress if you don’t have it all figured out because, chances are, it’ll get turned upside down at some point anyway and that’s OK.
P.S. I learned how to make my own memes this week! 🙂