February 3, 2006 at 1:41 am · Filed under wahoowa
Walking home late at night today, I saw a couple of people playing frisbee golf (aka frolf) by Kresge. My mind raced back to first year, when Paul and I sat on that picnic table on a random night until the paper boy came, talking about everything and nothing all at once, including the awesome frolf course we found on a random 3rd year’s public directory. We promised each other that we would play the 18 holes at least once before we graduate. Graduation seemed so impossibly far away then.
Today, two years after Graduation, I see a couple of kids throwing frisbees at trees in the dark, and all I can think about is that night before the ECE204 final when we were studying at Clemons Library with Philip, Clement, and some other folks. All Paul and I could talk about was the frolf course we randomly found 1st year. All Philip could talk about was the “Particle Man” lyrics I had written for him on his scratch paper. All anyone else could talk about was how crazy Paul and I were to want to play frisbee golf at 3 o’clock in the morning, and would we please shut up so that they can study and go to bed. I still regret not having ditched out on Clemons that night for frisbee golf. It wasn’t as if all the “studying” did me any good anyhow.
Sadly, that night was the last chance we had to play that frolf course. Construction crews soon went crazy around Grounds, digging huge 5-story pits in the ground while building new libraries, new stadiums, new dining halls, new everything. Over half of the landmarks on the 18-hole frolf course became either inaccessible or completely demolished. Even the first hole tee-off on the Webb lawn got swallowed by that monstrosity of an OHill.
Regardless, what I wouldn’t give to switch places with those two frisbee-throwing kids I saw tonight. The tiny little memories like these, triggered at the most random moments, are what makes me miss Virginia the most.
This good ol’ song of Wahoowa
We’ll sing it o’er and o’er
It cheers our hearts and warms our blood
To hear them shout and roar
We come from ol’ Virginia
Where all is bright and gay
Let’s all join hands and give a yell
For dear ol’ UVA
Wahoowa! Wahoowa!
Uni-V, Virginia
Hoorah ray, hoorah ray!
Ray ray, UVA
February 2, 2006 at 1:00 am · Filed under wahoowa
Being especially spaced out this week, I procrastinated a lot and started reading the Cavalier Daily again. Before last summer, I used to read this once a day, just to keep on top of things happening back at ol’ Virginia. So what did I learn this week from the cav daily?
1) Being my narcissistic self, one of the first things I did was to search for myself. I found 4 articles on the Lawn, 1 article about giving blood, and 1 article that I wrote as a “staff writer” back during my 2nd year when I thought writing for a paper would be fun … It is a bit sad and ironic that the “biggest” mark I left on the University as reflected by the Cav Daily is my having been Head Resident on the Lawn, something of which I am not exactly proud.
2) The paper got a new exec board this week … I hope these five will write better lead edits. There was a time when I lived for the lead edits, never ending a day without reading it. That was back when Tom Bednar was Editor-in-Chief. After his managing board, the quality of the lead edits became pretty much non-existent.
3) A few Honor Committee folks want to propose a bill that would make the seriousness clause a separate condition voted on by Committee members after a student jury convicts on act and intent … I think this is a great idea to add some consistency to verdicts. I also don’t buy the argument that doing this would take power away from the students; Honor Committee members are students, too. If anything, I would WANT the Committee members to be the ones deciding my fate because they are more experienced, and know more about what generally constitutes an Honor offense and what does not. But maybe this is just my biased opinion.
4) For the life of me, I can’t think of where Wilson Hall is … This made me really sad because I realized that I no longer know Grounds like the back of my hand. Add this to the fact that when Paul mentioned Carmello’s today, I had to ask him where that was. I feel a greater sense of detachment everyday from Mr. Jefferson’s University.
5) The Cavalier Daily is leaps and moon-jumps above the Tech, both in print and online. In fact, the Cav Daily is truly one of the best college papers in the country.
