TIME I WALKED INTO CLARK HALL, there were three guys outside juggling,
while riding unicycles. Another played the accordion.
times ahead, I thought. And trudged up the stairs to the third
floor room that would eventually become my home to meet the
people who lived around me, who would become my family.
years later, when I walk by Clark Hall while on campus for work,
in my mind I can still see Casey and Steve and Pete riding and juggling.
And CornMo (a.k.a. Jon) playing his accordion.
I feel the
bonds of family, and I remember the many late nights and early mornings.
The classes missed, or attended in pajamas. (Yes, I really did that.
More than once. As did my roommates, and friends. They just dont
not sure what means more to me now: The knowledge I gained in my
classes, or the friends I made and good times I shared.
example, the futile attempts to pretend we were silent a moment
before the RAs came by for quiet-hours rounds. As the memory of
Shelley West fleeing from the group to dive into bed while yelling,
I am asleep! pops into my mind, those years in the dorm
win out every time.
and Dlee, Angela and Sherry. Suite mates for two years, and
my unofficial roommates in the dorm. The bond from those first two
years of living on campus, and the other years spent in apartments
and houses around town as we all finished our degrees, is unlike
anything I have with any other people.
passes, weve all pursued our own lives. Two children are already
born, one more is on the way. Weve each made new homes in
new states, and countries. And we have real jobs now.
stayed in touch. More or less. Sometimes months go by before we
phone, sometimes just days. But no matter how long its been,
whenever we talk, its as if time has stood still. We pick
up just where we left off.
We found that to be particularly true as we got together for our
own Reunion Within the Reunion last year at Homecoming.
the ceremonial bonfire. We saw Brave Combo play before
the game. We visited the third floor of Clark Hall and inevitably
discussed the whereabouts of the Flying Couch Potatoes (those ever-present
jugglers). We walked to the University Union and talked about how
big the trees are now.
memories of our favorite times on campus and off. We visited Cool
Beans in honor of all the classes we attended from the
roof at lunchtime. We discussed life as it is today. And we laughed.
The way we always did do.
weekend fast-forwarded us right back to the politics of being 19
and the indecision of a group of five, it was one of the best weekends
Ive had as a 20-something.
marks the 10th anniversary of the year we all moved into the dorms
at North Texas. And as the reality of that sets in, each of my memories
from those years grows sweeter.