<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><item href="/issues/2024-fall/all-jazz.html" dsn="news"><item_date>10/04/2024 12:00:00 AM</item_date><category_header/><title>All the Jazz</title><subheader/><description>Getting quickly acquainted with the campus -- and community.</description><author/><photographer/><image><img src="/sites/default/files/21-0051_campus-beauty_0220.jpg" alt="UNT Hurley Administration Building, blue bonnet flowers in the foreground"/></image><thumbnail_image><img src="/sites/default/files/21-0051_campus-beauty_0220.jpg" alt="UNT Hurley Administration Building, blue bonnet flowers in the foreground"/></thumbnail_image><taxonomy-story-type>Letters</taxonomy-story-type><taxonomy-cultural-story-category/><taxonomy-news-sections/><taxonomy-college-department/><taxonomy-tags/><type>story</type><categories/><relationships/><main-content>
    
    
  
    
      
    
    I'm from Maine. I knew little about Texas when I arrived on campus. I had been accepted to the School of Library and Information Sciences and got off the shuttle bus from DFW to Denton. West Hall was the overflow dorm, where I lived for my first two semesters, starting in the fall of 1992. I checked in and decided to talk to the desk clerk right away.
"Where's the party?" I asked.
"You're off to a quick start. Just follow this street, walk down the hill and there's your party."
When I got down the bottom of the hill, I heard jazz music playing. I have been a jazz lover since I was a child. I have taken jazz vocal classes for several years.
I followed the jazz to Jim's Diner. I walked through the door, and four young people were blowing the place away. I later learned they were called The Juniors -- students of the One O'Clock Lab Band. I miss campus sometimes, but it's The Juniors I miss the most.
Sean McNair ('93)
  Farmington, Maine  

    
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