hooly shit.
I try not to think of Luther College. Usually, it doesn't cross my mind very often. However, when it does, I cannot help but get incredibly upset.
There was something about Luther that I can't feel anywhere else. There was something about the campus, the town, the people, the talent, and the fact that it was wrapped up in such a small place. Freshman year, spring semester, was probably the most happy I have ever been.
I remember my first drink at Luther College was on B3W ... the most popular place for anyone who was ANYONE to party at Brandt. Maggie and I were invited by dan, and he gave us Busch light, and when his roomate Ross wouldn't let us have any more, dan flipped out and made him give us more because we were Chicago buddies. I was probably the coolest person, ever.
I spent a good majority of my time outside laying on the brandt lawn doing absolutely nothing with Mark and Jon and Anna, mindlessly wandering Walmart with Amanda buying dinosaur and bible coloring books, sitting in the caf for hours at a time with Thomas and Ash piecing together the night before, watching drop dead gorgeous at least once a week, stealing burritos from the caf for anna because she ran out of meals a month before school was over, sitting in the brandt study lounges for hours at a time reading for religion.
More specifically, certain random events capture my attention more than anything.
One being: Walking home with Steve and his friends from the whippy dip, enjoying the beautiful sunset, thinking I was the coolest freshman, EVER. Upon returning to my room, Jon and Mike were waiting for me to start drinking..on a Monday night.
2: A Sunday in April, going to dunnings springs with Spencer, Anna, Jon, Anna Wicks, Tia, and Amanda. Tia read her book for class, Spencer obsessed over his rootbeer, I read a people magazine, and Anna painted Jon's toenails because he had fallen asleep. We all piled in the car and went to TBocks where Spencer ate a peanut butter cheeseburger and I was mildly horrified. We came back to campus, and went to the caf and sat for 2 hours. On our way back to Brandt there was a sunshower, and it was the most amazing feeling I had ever had.
Of course, I can't forget the countless times behind the CFA, and almost burning Mike's car down to the ground in a random farm.
Farwell 5th was the place to hang out with the sort of weird upperclassmen, and I made friends with some kid who would give me beer. We went on Mardi Gras, and I recorded with my old phone the infamous "I'm not gonna remember this shit in the morning" comment.
of course there were far too many times maggie and i hid Christin's cellphone in her dresser/closet, then would call it and have her play the "where's my phone" game...one such game ended in the tragic loss of Christin's box of honeynut cheerios.
Cliff English = most ammusing professor ever. My pot smoking, hippie, semi retired, and oldest prof. in the world made Sociology the easiest class ever. I wrote a paper on a book i didnt even read and got a B.
I take it back about my first drink at Luther college. That was my second. My FIRST, was with Steve Mallers and his floormates in dieseth...He invited me to his room and I was awkward and quiet and scared and drank coke with vodka. I remember flying down the stairs and telling Maggie how I could fly.
......................
I need to visit. So much of me has changed. I need to experience it one more time.
There was something about Luther that I can't feel anywhere else. There was something about the campus, the town, the people, the talent, and the fact that it was wrapped up in such a small place. Freshman year, spring semester, was probably the most happy I have ever been.
I remember my first drink at Luther College was on B3W ... the most popular place for anyone who was ANYONE to party at Brandt. Maggie and I were invited by dan, and he gave us Busch light, and when his roomate Ross wouldn't let us have any more, dan flipped out and made him give us more because we were Chicago buddies. I was probably the coolest person, ever.
I spent a good majority of my time outside laying on the brandt lawn doing absolutely nothing with Mark and Jon and Anna, mindlessly wandering Walmart with Amanda buying dinosaur and bible coloring books, sitting in the caf for hours at a time with Thomas and Ash piecing together the night before, watching drop dead gorgeous at least once a week, stealing burritos from the caf for anna because she ran out of meals a month before school was over, sitting in the brandt study lounges for hours at a time reading for religion.
More specifically, certain random events capture my attention more than anything.
One being: Walking home with Steve and his friends from the whippy dip, enjoying the beautiful sunset, thinking I was the coolest freshman, EVER. Upon returning to my room, Jon and Mike were waiting for me to start drinking..on a Monday night.
2: A Sunday in April, going to dunnings springs with Spencer, Anna, Jon, Anna Wicks, Tia, and Amanda. Tia read her book for class, Spencer obsessed over his rootbeer, I read a people magazine, and Anna painted Jon's toenails because he had fallen asleep. We all piled in the car and went to TBocks where Spencer ate a peanut butter cheeseburger and I was mildly horrified. We came back to campus, and went to the caf and sat for 2 hours. On our way back to Brandt there was a sunshower, and it was the most amazing feeling I had ever had.
Of course, I can't forget the countless times behind the CFA, and almost burning Mike's car down to the ground in a random farm.
Farwell 5th was the place to hang out with the sort of weird upperclassmen, and I made friends with some kid who would give me beer. We went on Mardi Gras, and I recorded with my old phone the infamous "I'm not gonna remember this shit in the morning" comment.
of course there were far too many times maggie and i hid Christin's cellphone in her dresser/closet, then would call it and have her play the "where's my phone" game...one such game ended in the tragic loss of Christin's box of honeynut cheerios.
Cliff English = most ammusing professor ever. My pot smoking, hippie, semi retired, and oldest prof. in the world made Sociology the easiest class ever. I wrote a paper on a book i didnt even read and got a B.
I take it back about my first drink at Luther college. That was my second. My FIRST, was with Steve Mallers and his floormates in dieseth...He invited me to his room and I was awkward and quiet and scared and drank coke with vodka. I remember flying down the stairs and telling Maggie how I could fly.
......................
I need to visit. So much of me has changed. I need to experience it one more time.