Kevin's Watch

Soooo... I kinda suppressed memories of college after I left, 'cause I knew I couldn't go back.
What are some of ppl's favorite traditions or memories from college?

Here's some of mine:

At my school, the undergrads had their own "houses," which are co-ed dorms and students generally stay with the same "house" for the whole time there. (kinda like in the UK, if I am to learn anything from what ppl have told me of Harry Potter)

The "houses" had sit-down suppers, and at the end, the waiters would "punish" people who broke the dinner rules by pouring water on them, and making a funny comment about what they did.

'76 was my freshman year.

I had two college careers... one at the end of the 70's and another after 2000.

My first college small but notoriously bohemian. Frisbee was the sport of choice, and endless jam sessions in the stairwells because they had cool acoustics.

My second college was also small and well-known for only one thing, really: that it has its own zip code.

I will always remember my friend Chris vomiting all over the hallway before photography class.
I felt bad for him until I saw the sickened faces of the girls in the class room that were watching him.
It started one of the greatest and hardest laugh fests I've had in my life.

Other than that college sucked.

HLT- aarrrrgghh(!!!) RE the suckage.

Or perhaps the emoticon should be:


(where's that barf icon when I need it? Then I could put a barf, a lol, and then someone beating their head against the wall....)



...It occurs to me that I wasn't thinking so much of other Watchers when I started this thread... just sorta like "Hey! This is something I want to talk about... etc."

I remember the day I graduated like it was yesterday... or today... or, oh... 8 hours ago. It was a good day.

Julie and I went through a phase where we would go to friend's places, dorm doors included, strip naked, slather ourselves in washable paint and leave full naked body prints on their doors/windows. I'll never forget the look on the uber geeky chubby kid's face as Julie and I went tearing past him, starkers except for shoes and covered from face to shin in paint, me in blue and her in yellow. Priceless. Although, there was the semester I spent mortifying the young ones in a particular class I took. I started young, took a break and finished my bachelor's in my early thirties. I had been working so I registered late one semester and I had to get a social science requirement out of the way and the only class open in my time frame was "A Study of Racism in Germany." I was taking German as my language requirement anyway so I took the class. The teacher loved me but the students were mortified by my rants about the German's not being any more racist than anyone else, just more efficient about attempting to solve the race issue with their gas chambers etc.

Going back to school when you are older and wiser can be fun.

[Syl] wrote:I remember the day I graduated like it was yesterday... or today... or, oh... 8 hours ago. It was a good day.

Hey, congrats.....I think....if you're being serious.......(did you go back to school?)

High Lord Tolkien wrote:

[Syl] wrote:I remember the day I graduated like it was yesterday... or today... or, oh... 8 hours ago. It was a good day.

Hey, congrats.....I think....if you're being serious.......(did you go back to school?)

What HLT said.

Yeah, I've been studying at UNCG the last 2.5 years. Picked up my diploma today. Thanks, guys.

As for traditions, there's a clock tower in front of campus. Tradition has it that anyone who walks under the clock will not graduate on time, so everyone walks around it. I'm not a superstitious person, but I always walked around just to be part of the tradition.... and I did say 2.5 years.

Cameraman Jenn wrote:The teacher loved me but the students were mortified by my rants about the German's not being any more racist than anyone else, just more efficient about attempting to solve the race issue with their gas chambers etc.

Going back to school when you are older and wiser can be fun.

The young say "We would never be bad people like theeeemmmm"...

I'm not sure if I'm supposed to congratulate you on this one, but, anyways...



And congrats, Syl!

Congratulations Syl!!!!

Congratulations Syl!

Umm...at my college we had a hash, which is where you're supposed to run on a trail with beer, but we skipped the running by the time I joined up (and I only did 2). I actually don't really like beer and I'm pretty antisocial/shy but I still had fun both times.

The school is actually a dry campus but that wasn't enough to stop the hashers.

Nice one Syl. Congrats.

Yeah...I don't know if my university had any traditions...I didn't go there to socialise...it's not uncommon here to go to a university close to home, although residences are available, and I didn't have to stay there or anything.

Just went to (some of) my lectures, wrote exams, and that's about it. I can probably name about 5 people who were in uni with me over the course of 4 years. Maybe.

--A

Avatar wrote:Nice one Syl. Congrats.

Yeah...I don't know if my university had any traditions...I didn't go there to socialise...it's not uncommon here to go to a university close to home, although residences are available, and I didn't have to stay there or anything.

Just went to (some of) my lectures, wrote exams, and that's about it. I can probably name about 5 people who were in uni with me over the course of 4 years. Maybe.

--A

I could probably list at least 60 people if I really tried to, but only because I went to a small school with small classes so I knew people's names from name games at the start of the semester. (I am actually kinda good with names)

Oh hell, I had some classes (like stats) where the year started with around 1200 people in a single lecture. (Of course, by the end of the year there were only about 400... )

--A

Skipping class can be a tradition ...of sorts... yeah, at my school, there would be classes w/ 20-50 undergrads in them, where by the end of the semester, we'd be hard-pressed to find someone who was still going to class and halfway understood the material.

I have an amusing memory of how for one class... I skipped it because I would always fall asleep in lecture, BUT I liked the material, so I'd start homework early & go to office hours. And one day, the prof, a soft-spoken Russian fellow, gently suggested: "this* was talked about in lecture... so I think that perhaps it would help you if you went." (he was used to us...)


*the fact that I didn't have to show something very difficult in the HW - and got to USE the tools given in class

Yeah, I can't think of any traditions I was part of in college. I guess skipping class in the first half of my college years was, come to think of it. There was one class that I had a friend in, and we had some sort of plan to skip and get notes from each other on certain days, but the problem ended up being that we'd forget the schedule and we'd both skip, and nobody had notes. I got a pretty bad grade in that class.
The second half of my college years I took more seriously, and wasn't working a late night college radio station dj gig, so I tended to show up. I have a lot of good memories of college, but still remember what an f-ing grind it was.
And I had a problem with falling asleep in lecture halls. I brought along some fill-it-in puzzles so that I could engage one part of my brain while still being able to listen with the other half. It generally worked at keeping me awake.

Another freshman and I were starters on the rugby team and after a couple of weeks the guys took us to a porn shop with peeps and took all our money and gave us a couple handfuls of tokens and told us to go watch the peeps. So we did, and I after a few moments I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye. IT WAS A PENIS. Sticking out of a hole in the wall. WTF?! I started cracking up and took off. Of course the guys were all gone. Thank god it wasn't one of their penises and it was some kind of initiation or something. They had left us there with no money and we had to call someone to come get us. (We walked to a gas station far from the porn shop).

They called it profiling. LOL. I guess we were supposed to be honored or something because they didn't take any of the "B" team players.

I do miss those rugby parties though.