Odd Times at Drunkard High
A couple of weekends ago I made a trip back to the Nac. It was a spontaneous trip that had very little thought or preparation put into it… which made it feel right at home seeing how it was just this type of strategic planning that got me through four and a half years of life in Nacogdoches… wow, I had to think for a moment on how to spell that… so yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve been back to see the city I spent most of my adult life so far… well, that’s if you count 18 to 23 adulthood… it was all very odd… of course this was not helped by the fact that there was very little time spent there in which I had a full grasp on sobriety… the over all appearance of the city hasn’t really changed much, but the campus definitely has had an overhaul… what use to be the Units is now a Co-ed dormitory that looks more like an apartment complex than student housing… there are two parking garages on campus: one student and one faculty… and where the campus post office stood is now a large steel frame surrounded by depictions of overly idealistic architects… all of these are signs that the SFA that fostered what is sure to be my life long love of intoxicants is changing…
But it’s good to know that some things will probably never change… there are certainties when it comes to life at SFA… I am certain that the 3rd floor of Hall 14 still smells like ass… I am certain that as long as there is water in the Northridge pool that there will be drunken minors doing there best to tempt serious injury and the Nac Police… I am certain that there will always the closeted homophobe on North St. declaring his heterosexuality through hate… and somewhere on campus, I am certain that there will always be a little old couple trying to seduce young students with candy and promises of food and salvation… these are the perimeters that will always define Nacogdoches to me… even if, heaven forbid, all this change establishes SFA as a respectable university and that lamb skin I have finally becomes worth more than the bargain price paper it is printed on… I will still remember it as the university with the 50% freshman mortality rate and the place that proved to me that you can in fact drink your way into the Chair of a Department at a mediocre state university… and for that, I say thank you SFA.
But it’s good to know that some things will probably never change… there are certainties when it comes to life at SFA… I am certain that the 3rd floor of Hall 14 still smells like ass… I am certain that as long as there is water in the Northridge pool that there will be drunken minors doing there best to tempt serious injury and the Nac Police… I am certain that there will always the closeted homophobe on North St. declaring his heterosexuality through hate… and somewhere on campus, I am certain that there will always be a little old couple trying to seduce young students with candy and promises of food and salvation… these are the perimeters that will always define Nacogdoches to me… even if, heaven forbid, all this change establishes SFA as a respectable university and that lamb skin I have finally becomes worth more than the bargain price paper it is printed on… I will still remember it as the university with the 50% freshman mortality rate and the place that proved to me that you can in fact drink your way into the Chair of a Department at a mediocre state university… and for that, I say thank you SFA.