updated from 2015....Let's talk about the Orange in the headline. Mainly, the Orange and Purple.
I am a Clemson grad. I attended Clemson University for 4.5 of the best years of my life, and nothing since has compared to the all-encompassing experience I had while there.
And I'm not talking about only great, wonderful, positive experiences. All-encompassing experiences includes sadness, heartbreak, failure, and discouragement. And thank God that I did have that! If I didn't feel the pain, I couldn't appreciate the pleasure! I had the sadness of being far away from my family for the first time in my life. My freshman (and only) college boyfriend broke my heart. I failed my math class in most spectacular fashion. (That story includes multiple-page letters written to my professor and daily vomitings in the ladies bathroom. No, I was not pregnant.) And the tale of discouragement....Imagine being diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer during the most FUN partying period of your college career.
This is the first college football season in about 5 years that I have been able to fully indulge in my Clemson love. I hadn't been to a Clemson alum gathering in Central FL since 2010. Since my divorce, I have been to nearly every alum gathering to watch the Clemson games, met some more local alums, and re-connect with a sorority sister.
And I think of the last 5 years. I think on how I was encouraged to not make our house a "college frat house." I think about how invitations from my college pals were frowned and passed on by others than me. I think about how guilty I felt when I used my Clemson bottle opener that sang "Tiger Rag" when the cap was popped. I think on how I felt I wasn't "allowed" to show my support and love for my college.
My support for a school that is fantastic for its higher educational offerings, its athletic program, its incredible, beautiful geographical location. My love for an emblem (the Clemson Tiger paw) that immediately incites happy memories, good feelings of fun, memories of: sunning on Bowman, long nights spent at Cooper Library, sorority-fraternity mixers at TD's/Rumors/Ridgeways/the Y barn, orange Tiger paws on the roads leading to Clemson, the golden rain trees blossoming in early fall, buying custom-cranked ice cream at Ag Sales in the back of the Ag building before the Hendrix Center was built, the heart-biggening moment just as the Tigers run down the hill at every home football game, the cold night hours spent pomping floats on Bowman Field the week before Homecoming, pizza at Peppino's, pizza at Todaro's, $1.00 draft beer at TD's, Karaoke with Ed on Tuesdays at TD's, dance nights Thursday nights at TD's, deep conversations sitting in the booths at Nick's Tavern, buying Clemson gear at Judge Keller's (I bought a Clemson Tigers backpack from them in 2004, and still use it), buying CDs at Manifest Disc and Tapes, playing intramural sports on Bowman and the intramural fields, wandering about Cemetery Hill--reading the names of Clemson founders and honorees on cold, angular headstones, and realizing the name on my dorm hall is more than a name, but a legacy of someone who loved and believed in Clemson as much as I do.
There's too much to list in one entry. But I have been bathing/reveling/enjoying every single memory that comes up, because it has been so long that I feel I get to enjoy it.
I'm composing this amid the strains of U2 "With or Without You," and I can;'t get over how the music strains play so perfectly to my entry.
And when I hear that music will NOT BE PLAYED during the reading of my LJ entries on 11/20/2017, it's another hurdle to jump to make sure real art is heard and read!!!
Dear Future Children of Mine,
I have spent many late hours staying up, worrying about the people I thought I wronged, the deeds I thought I mis-did, and the emotions I was sure I had mis-handled.
And when it came to the very end, when all my wrongs were tallied, it was a neglectful lot.
So, please don't mis-spend enormous amounts of your life-time worrying about what you did.
My Tigers won the Orange Bowl!! We are going to the College Championships!!
Stick THAT in your ear,Q! After 5 years of hearing how great the UF Gators were for having back to back championships, and hearing how Clemson was not "really" a team, my team is having their time in the sun!!
I joked with a group of friends that Clemson should thank me for their undefeated season. I filed for divorce on July 31, and a month later they won their first game. Since then, they've been undefeated. After the finalization of my divorce in mid-September, they just took off and won game after game.
The Sports Illlustrated cover said there were 3 D's leading Clemson: DeShaun, Dabo and Defense. I say we add a 4th "D": Divorce!!
“If you resist reading what you disagree with, how will you ever acquire deeper insights into what you believe? The things most worth reading are precisely those that challenge our convictions.” – Anonymous
I woke up today with a smile on my face and a lightness in my spirit.
It's odd, because today should be the day that Quill closes on his new house. I'm supposed to be there to sign papers, too, but he hasn't contacted me regarding it, so I'm at school.
1. You get up in the morning to get ready for work. First thing is visit the bathroom to wash your face. You use the pump-action bottle of facial cleanser, scrub your face, and pat it dry. Next step is moisturizer. You pump out more facial cleanser, rub it into your face, and wait a few seconds for it to dry. As it dries, you wonder why your face feels tight and sticky. Then you realize you just rubbed soap into your face instead of moisturizer.
2. You leave for work completely professionally dressed, except the house slippers you wore to walk the dog. You realize this as you're pulling out of the driveway. Luckily, you left an extra pair of flats in your backseat.
3. As you drive down the road, you realize you don't have your wedding rings on, or any earrings.
Oh, Nyquil, you let me down last night. Hardly any sleep. Ambien, I'm sorry for doubting your power. I have finally realized. NyQuil is T-ball. Ambien is the major leagues.
I work at a private school, and it is lovely. However, one of the founder's of the school works as the tour guide/pitchwoman for prospective families.
She brings down a person or two, or even a group of 5 (like today), to the Media Center, to show off the yearbook media lab, and the media center.
Then she spouts off her knowledge of Accelerated Reader, that the kids getting a reading range, they have to check books WITHIN that reading range, they take AR tests based on their Independent Reading Level, either 1 or 2 books a weeks, etc. Then the tour members ask questions about AR, and the importance of it, the purpose of it, and she fumbles for answers.
I am shelving books in the background, gritting my teeth and wanting to scream. She knows NOTHING about AR or how it should be utilized, and I am seeing how the parents are getting the wrong message from the wrong person.
These poor parents. They don't understand AR, or why we use it. Some of the time, neither do I. However, being the librarian, I have some ideas on how it can be used *constructively* without destroying a young child's natural enthusiasm for reading.
So these parents are getting misinformation from one person--the student recruiter.
Then, when they are full students, they run into a 2nd grade teacher I lovingly call "Stalin." Stalin is a very nice woman; she is about 70 years old, beeng teaching since God was a boy, and rules her AR students with an iron fist. When she brings her students on Tuesdays, she specifies they can ONLY check out in their reading range. So, while Susie the Student wants to read a book about fairies that is a Reading Level of 2.8, but Susie's range is 1.6-2.6, she can't check the fairy book out. Stalin vetoes her book choice when she comes to collect the class, and will often choose a replacement for Susie, such as a book on tractors that is a 2.5. It may not be what Susie wants to read, and Susie may tear up at the thought of taking a yucky tractor book home instead of the pretty fairy book she wanted, but it's within her reading range, by golly! And THAT's what Susie needs! A directed, quantitative choice of reading material instead of exercising freedom of choice and wonder of discovery! /end sarcasm
This is only my first year here. After seeing this since September, I have a meeting scheduled next week with my supervisor to discuss Accelerated Reader, how it is utilized, and my plans for next year. My next-year plans include a "Parent AR Academy," where I can discuss WHAT AR is, HOW it can be used, and how the damned reading range is a GUIDELINE, not the be-all and end-all of your child's choices. Also, I'm working on a yearly plan on how to introduce students to AR gradually through first grade, while *still* keeping the freedom of choice and exploration prevalent in the media center.
Comments