Comments on: Memories of College in Manhattan: Part 2

By: Jennifer

Jennifer — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 16:11:45 +0000

Is it even possible to cook Rice-a-Roni without burning it? That stuff would always adhere itself to the pan like I had used a spray adhesive instead of Pam.

Too funny. I love your memories!

By: The Over-Thinker

The Over-Thinker — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 19:16:32 +0000

I’m glad you “let that part win”–I’ll have to remember that for similar moments that are bound to occur in my future.

(And I’m secretly in love with Mr. Keillor. One day I shall move to ‘Lake Wobegone’…)

I love this series of posts…I hope there’s a Part III to follow.

By: Leah

Leah — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 20:19:10 +0000

Here’s my version, titled “Memories of College in Utah”:

Come home from class at 5 p.m. Say hi to the parents. Do homework.

Awesome!

By: Kate

Kate — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 21:45:45 +0000

These are lovely.
I clearly see my college days as snippets and I like it that way. There was too much sadness as a common theme to remember it as one long stream!

By: Heather B.

Heather B. — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 17:41:33 +0000

You are inspiring me. Though remembering my college days is actually pretty painful (snipers and terrorists three miles away. good times).

By: Sunny

Sunny — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 14:41:25 +0000

My mother has a running tally of how much I’ve cost her since I was born. I fully expect to receive a bill someday, too!

By: All Adither

All Adither — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 04:14:26 +0000

Your mom has a good sense of humor.

By: Kerri Anne

Kerri Anne — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 03:41:13 +0000

Rice-a-roni took SO long to cook. What like twenty minutes, right? I remember having no patience for making it, which is probably why I mostly lived on Top Ramen. Oh, god, the flashbacks.

(Not that I don’t still love Top Ramen, because I totally do.)

You know what is strange? I don’t think my parents visited but once in the three years I was away at school. I just realized that while reading this.

(I love that you listened to NPR.)

By: Good Girl Lit

Good Girl Lit — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 02:21:37 +0000

And then one day I’d move to Gotham after graduating grad school and I’d see these fabulous NYU students and ache that it didn’t occur to me to apply there.

But then I’d always tell myself that they were cooler than I was. New York would have chewed me up and spit me out at 18.

Love this post!

By: Heidi

Heidi — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 01:16:44 +0000

Isn’t it funny how bits of our lives come back at us like snapshots instead of a streaming video?

When I think back (I have to go a bit further than you, I fear), I remember sitting out in front of a 100 year old auditorium in the nippy October air while jack-o-lanterns flickered on the steps and thespians read bits of Edgar Allen Poe and students handed out cups of steaming hot cider and thinking this was the epitome of college life.

I remember another Halloween walking across campus on a late night, having left my date at a dance because he was being a jerk, and crossing a quad while drunken guys laughed uproariously and staggered down the walkways leering. I thought, “this might have been the dumbest thing I could possibly have done.” And when about six surrounded me so I couldn’t move, I knew it was.

I remember falling down the stairs everytime it snowed because no one ever iced them. I fell a lot. It made me laugh, even when I know I looked stupid.

After gymnastic meets my friend and I would run the mile and a half back to the dorm by dashing from grate to grate, where the steam from the heating vents rushed out in such a fog that you could get lost in them. I think that kept us from getting frostbite!

I remember sitting all night curled up in a dark TV room in my dorm night after night for weeks watching the bombing of Iraq and Kuwait, knowing somewhere under all those anti-aircraft missiles was the man I was going to marry, if we were lucky enough for him to come home.

Thanks for the memories!