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We've all been in classes when the professor asks a question and a hush falls over the room. Does nobody know the answer? Does anyone even have an idea? Perhaps there are times when nobody has a clue, but all of us been sitting in the class for the entire semester. Often someone in the class must have some idea. So why does no one answer without being cajoled by the professor? Did no one do the readings, or is it something more?
Well, in less than two months I will be graduating from this fine institution, and then there will be nothing to hold me back. I will be (gasp!) a real adult. I don't think I am the only senior in college who finds this situation a little scary. After all, who knows what might happen to me when the transition occurs? I may start wearing skirts in sensible dark colors, going to bed at 10 p.m. during the week, and spending my vacations at historical sites instead of amusement parks. We are approaching uncharted territory.
A couple of weeks ago, while in K-ville, my friends informed me of something amazing-there's Internet access in the lampposts. Evidently everyone else already knows this, but somehow I missed this piece of knowledge. I guess now those who tent for basketball games can bring their computers along, plug into a lamppost and they won't even have to miss an e-mail. Ah, all the amenities of home. What will they think of next?
"Don't talk to strangers," is a horrible piece of advice. I understand the good intentions behind this warning with which we indoctrinate our children, but children tend to take things in a very literal fashion, and think of the implications if they take this axiom literally. Everyone we know was a stranger to us at one point. How will we ever meet anyone without talking to strangers? I remember being confused by this warning when I was little. "Don't talk to strangers," my mother would say as she turned around and had a conversation with the lady behind her in the checkout line at the store.
Weather is a funny thing. We have it all the time. But we sometimes forget about it until it makes us sit up and take notice by doing something unexpected-like when it snows in Durham.
As I begin my last semester in college, I have been thinking about the ways my life may be different a year from now, and about the differences between college and "the real world" in general. After all, where else is 2 a.m. considered to be a reasonable bedtime? In most environments, ramen noodles and macaroni and cheese aren't thought of as dietary staples. In many places, the work ends-instead of beginning-when one comes home for the day. In the real world, time isn't measured in semesters-this is peculiar to students.
"An open door is an open invitation." You can read this warning message about leaving doors open on resident advisers' bulletin boards and on commons rooms' doors. It's a good message to heed, I suppose, if you don't want your commons room furniture stolen. But the sign has much wider applicability than that, even though I am sure that housing management, or whoever put it there, only intended to keep everybody's property safe when they affixed it to the door.
Well, as a senior looking back, I cannot say college has been everything I expected. But some things that have happened to me have been more unexpected than others.
I play the guitar-sort of. Or at least that is what I say when people ask. They walk into my apartment and see the guitar case. "Do you play?" they ask.
At least twice in the past week, freshmen have apologized to me for being freshmen. Maybe apologize isn't the right word, but they seemed to be asking for my forgiveness, as if they were hoping I would put this fact aside and continue to talk to them anyway. I had just met both of these people, and the two incidents occurred separately. It confused me.
What is your idea of excitement? Does the answer to this question involve deflated balloons? If not, then perhaps you've forgotten how much fun balloons can be. I am a student teacher in a Durham kindergarten and the children I work with are excited by deflated balloons. But then, they know how to have fun!
