Old Photos

Today I met up with two old friends. We reminisced about college and our awesome sleepover of 2007.

This is how our picture would have looked 100 years earlier.

But this is how we really look…

Homecoming Day 1

We think hard when we’re back at college…


Next week I’m heading to Berea for Homecoming. It’s my fifth year reunion! Somehow I volunteered to give a talk and be on a panel, in addition to run/walking a 5K, singing in a choir, and hanging out with some seriously cool kids.
I haven’t been to Homecoming since I graduated and I’m looking forward to it. The above picture was taken at around midnight in the campus post office (CPO). We were discussing this event earlier this year at Rachel’s wedding. (She’s the middle layer on the left.) We all went to the CPO to deliver Rachel’s brother J’s Birthday gift – tickets to Norah Jones.
This is J. He let us do his hair in undergrad. The girl he took to the Norah Jones concert is now his wife. She rocks. So we forgive him for not taking us.

Next weekend won’t be anything like college, but it will be fun to relive some memories. I’m not planning to hang out on the CPO floor at midnight though… that’ll have to be another time. Who else is going to homecoming?


Reid asked for more pictures of other people…and I think he meant people he knew, but hey. I’m ditching my clause about asking for permission unless the pictures are super embarassing. Jeff was VERY excited about graduating (or graduation rehearsal at least) and Rachel and Gina were supporting him in the excitement) while Sarah just thought he was crazy.

Wandering around Berea

Draper Carillon Tower, 2005

It’s strange to wander around a place you know well that you haven’t really seen in two or three years. Things change, people change, and places themselves change. I gave Ben a tour of Berea College this morning and we peeked inside buildings and walked around places I hadn’t looked at in years. So I guess there were two things that struck me 1) lots of things have changed since I last really looked around the college and 2) it is strange to introduce Ben to places that have been so integral to seven years of my life, especially since they were so long ago and the places have changes so much.
Part of the strangeness is that almost every square foot of the campus holds strong memories for me, but almost all the memories revolve around people and almost none of those people are still in Berea. While I have gotten to see a number of them this week, our lives have changed and we are no longer the people we were back when I was in college. Some of my friends have babies or husbands or boyfriends. They have traveled and changed jobs and changed life paths. While Berea helped them become who they are today, they did not stop growing once they left, and that is what makes them interesting, but also what makes it odd to see them year after year. Like people, I expect that the college will stand still when I leave. No buildings will be renovated, no faculty will be hired or fired, nothing will change. But it does, because that’s the way things work. So just as my friends move on, so the college does. And while there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s just a little surprising every time. My stomach does a little jolt, (like looking into the Pearsons lobby…seriously????), and then I’m fine. I’ve moved on too, and I love my life.
On the day the picture above was taken, we were practicing for graduation. The next day we would stand in front of relatives, friends, and DESMOND TUTU beneath this tower and receive our diplomas. We’ve all gone different ways since then, but many of us find our way back to Berea because, like an old friend, no matter how much the college changes, some part of us will always belong to this amazing place.

Life in the Dorms

I was trying to calculate some data to write another blog post and to help alleviate the boringness, I opened up hulu. I decided to watch Sesame Street’s top 16 video clips and one of them was of Norah Jones which got me thinking about college and life in the dorms. Primarily because one day my friends and I decide to run a pretend radio station call-in show off our laptops and my friend Efe kept trying to “call in” during my “segment” and request Norah Jones. Only this was before I had any Norah Jones on my laptop.
Sadly, I have almost no pictures from before I got a digital camera in January 2004…

This is me with Liz, my roommate from freshman year spring on. One day we decided to curl our hair. Really really really curly. Liz had the best curlers ever. Not that we had anything to curl our hair for. I am wearing an Agriculture and Natural Resources Department t-shirt.

So we went to food service, or food circus, as we called it. We went with Mary (right) and Jessi (center). I believe that Mary had decided to wear her pants inside out. Sadly my lack of freshman photos means you are missing out on Sarah P.’s antics. I’ll have to bring pictures back from Thanksgiving.

This is how much I care about you, dear readers. I will show you pictures like this. For some reason, Liz and I took pictures like this sophomore year. We used them to decorate our door. They were to demonstrate that we were crazy math majors. That is all I remember. I am being nice and not showing you Liz’s picture 🙂

In 2004, I ventured away from Berea to the University of York. Dorm life there was MUCH different. A big part of this had to do with the fact that most students didn’t live in the dorms, as well as other factors, like the co-ed dorms, nonshared bathrooms, single dorm rooms, and lack of cafeterias. Our dorm was also on a lake, so one day a bunch of the students went out fishing. Tony even caught a fish.

During the Euro Cup (soccer) at the end of June, the guys bought a wading pool, hooked up a hose to the kitchen faucet, and ran hot water into the pool to simulate a hot tub. I was encouraging them to place a tv near the window so they could be in the hot tub while watching the game, but that didn’t pan out. They also had a water fight. And they’re drinking beer. (Berea is a dry campus in a dry town.)

Simon was at the U of York with me and one day we used up her brownie mix and my chocolate chip cookie supplies and baked for hours. (When your oven is the size of a microwave it takes hours.) Then we fed our baking to the boys in the “hot tub.” Simon made fun of me for eating raw eggs, but hey, cookie dough is yummy. My chunky laptop is playing awesome tunes.

Back at Berea, I was living with great girls and we lived in a great dorm my senior year. We even could have BOYS in the dorm in the evenings. (Ok…we could have boys in the evenings starting second semester freshman year.) What did we do with the boys? We made their hair all purdy! Example: Matt. He’s posing with his girlfriend, now wife, and stylist, Mary. Awwwww!

What else do you do with boys in the dorm? Make them hang upside down from the ceiling! (This is Jesse M. We also did his hair, but you can’t see it here.)

Then you play bumper cars with the rolling chairs.

Then you can be all tough and gangsta like. Because that’s how we roll in James. Only not at all. Rachel’s face is the giveaway. As is the King’s Singers poster that I may or may not have borrowed from the UK library in the background. I guess that makes it more gangsta.
There you have it. An introduction to my weird and wacky dorm life through my limited collection of photos.

To tide you over

I’ve been a bad blogger lately, especially since Firefox 3.0 and my blog are not acting friendly at the moment. Basically when I load my blog in FF, FF freezes which is really not my cup of tea. So instead of blogging I’ve been doing other things, like watching hulu and scramble and trying to get some research done.
I’m also wrapping up my internship. Amazingly, I only have six work days left and there’s a lot that has to get done in that period of time. I’ve had a fantastic summer out here in CA though and I can honestly say that I’ve really enjoyed my job. (Yes, I was slightly surprised by that.) But while I’ll miss my work here, as well as the farmer’s market and great weather, it will be good to head back home to year four of my Ph.D.
I’m in the middle of a painful photo migration. Trying to migrate 41 albums and hundreds of photos from webshots to flickr. I’ve contemplated moving them all to picasaweb, but for now I’ll stick with flickr. That comes up because today’s picture is from back in November 2004.
This picture is relevant to today because of the chairs like the one I am sitting on (far right). You see in September 2004, the Olympics were being held in Athens and for the first time I had both a tv and a group of people to watch with. We were also still enjoying the novelty of having a tv in our lounge. So Rachel and I decided that we would pretend to be Olympic athletes. What sport, you ask yourself? Well, for us it was fairly obvious.

Image from flickr user pingnews.com

Too boring. We wanted a sport with more complication. (No offense to runners.)

Image from flickr user BohPhoto

Obviously I am WAY too tall for this kind of thing. Plus I have no arm strength. At the time we were both 21 as well, putting us in the “ancient” zone for gymnasts.

Image from flickr user flying_tiger

Our dorm was somewhat lacking in equine mammals. Thus we had to pass on the equestrian events.

So I suppose it was obvious and inevitable that we would choose to be

Image from flickr user njhdiver

Yes. Who else but synchronized divers? To achieve the proper effect sans pool, we simply climbed up on the aforementioned chairs, facing either out to the middle of the room or towards the wall. From there we would spin, generally 180 or 360 as we jumped off the chairs and headed towards the floor. We did not, as you might be relieved to know, attempt pikes. That just seemed a little infeasible with only having two feet to execute the move in and all.

That’s the memory of the day with props to Rach for calling me from her new home in the great Northland.