tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931766.post2580444864653195629..comments2023-10-18T04:07:14.699-05:00Comments on Avaciously Yours: Nostalgia: Dorm Edition, Avec Ma Belle SoeurAbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04252591191993842032noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931766.post-63863568174635562512010-11-17T16:58:44.067-05:002010-11-17T16:58:44.067-05:00Hi, Terri! Thank you! Welcome!Hi, Terri! Thank you! Welcome!Abshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04252591191993842032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931766.post-74972551150771973202010-11-17T01:21:02.240-05:002010-11-17T01:21:02.240-05:00I'm here from Sarah's blog where she menti...I'm here from Sarah's blog where she mentioned you were having a birthday. Happy birthday. I've become a follower.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931766.post-24902419806413772582010-11-16T17:39:43.703-05:002010-11-16T17:39:43.703-05:00@hadjare--You're completely right. It was com...@hadjare--You're completely right. It was comforting to know there was someone to go to in cases of trouble!<br />@Denise--Tell Elizabeth to give my love to Mason-Abbott! I drive past it sometimes. I know it's a lot different. Also, ask her if they still have the leather red chairs--I want one, and I think they might get rid of them soon.<br />@EAC--Isn't it funny the people you remember, the people you see all the time, that have funny traits? I love that.Abshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04252591191993842032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931766.post-2724721882794260502010-11-16T17:06:17.578-05:002010-11-16T17:06:17.578-05:00When I lived on campus, I had a bus pass one winte...When I lived on campus, I had a bus pass one winter, partly because of an early morning class, even though it was often faster to walk. The riders at the various dorm pickups were silent and sullen at that hour of the morning, but when we swung around by Spartan Village, the married guys bounced on the bus with cheerful "good mornings" as if they'd been up for hours and were going somewhere terrific. One guy always had his bus pass pinned to his coat with a great big safety pin, like a kindergartener taking a note to his teacher from his mother. EACAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931766.post-90186892854152530182010-11-16T10:47:16.414-05:002010-11-16T10:47:16.414-05:00Lucky Elizabeth! I'm aching with nostalgia ri...Lucky Elizabeth! I'm aching with nostalgia right now. Can I be her guest for Sibling Weekend?Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13036079336754189268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931766.post-11995567869669976252010-11-16T09:49:49.708-05:002010-11-16T09:49:49.708-05:00Reading your memories brought back nostalgia for m...Reading your memories brought back nostalgia for my own college days on that same campus. My longest walk was a ridiculous Akers (where I lived) to Brody for a 9:10 am Honors English class my very first term. After that, my walks never seemed so long! <br />Elizabeth is going to live in Abbott next year and I know is looking forward to living with some architectural character. By the way, your mother just told me about her anti-Brody vigil for both you and your sister on my recent visit. Good for her!Denise Snoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931766.post-77607113054185365172010-11-16T00:27:26.238-05:002010-11-16T00:27:26.238-05:00What a sweet story! I had no idea that you and Sar...What a sweet story! I had no idea that you and Sarah went to the same college, much less at the same time for a while! Wow, that must have made your parents happy. I know I would be thrilled if Neeners and Morella went to the same school -- to have someone to fall back on, what a boon. Even if schedules were busy, you both knew each other was there. <br /><br />Also, I haven't forgotten about your nice mention, I just haven't had a good chunk of time to sit and write it out. It's takes more time that 15 minutes to bang out something at the end of the day before bed, but I will get to it, even though I feel woefully out of my class. <br /><br />I remember those long walks at the UW and how happy I was to get a bike from Goodwill that spring...it made things SO much easier.hadjarehttp://wazika.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931766.post-65205277655937761752010-11-15T17:10:05.041-05:002010-11-15T17:10:05.041-05:00I wrote No Brody also, and they did the same thing...I wrote No Brody also, and they did the same thing to me. Mom called and got it changed. I think they gave it to me favoring the honors floor in Bryan over my preferred choice of Mason. Uh, I'll take Mason any day, thank you! <br />We really did have wildly different schedules. I think that was a good thing--it made us appreciate it more when we did see each other. We were able to feel independent and not as though we were still in our house. I mean, I rarely saw Dad either, except at church. It was a good balance--help was there if needed, but we were able to explore life autonomously in a nice environment. I have always felt so lucky to have the college experience I had, especially while listening to all my freshmen complain about stuff!Abshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04252591191993842032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931766.post-40051525421136563502010-11-15T16:12:33.637-05:002010-11-15T16:12:33.637-05:00Hmmh. I am glad I was part of such a happy memory...Hmmh. I am glad I was part of such a happy memory, and sorry we didn't/couldn't make more of an effort to have mealtime get-togethers. It is strange that we didn't. I'd forgotten about your dance classes, though. Other than that, I suppose we were each growing our own lives and didn't feel the need to schedule meal appointments. I was often napping through dinner anyway, or doing sack lunches I'd made during breakfast due to tight-packed classes.<br /><br />I believe my longest class walks were to Wells and Erickson, just across the river. I did everything in my scheduling power to stay on my side of the river. I only went to Brody for one of the free movie screenings, and dreaded the walk although it was with friends. I've always been thankful that mom sat herself down and waited so she could change my Brody Hall dorm assignment. I'd even written "Not Brody" on my housing request card and they totally ignored it. I didn't want to be out in the pre-Greek-rushing party towers at the far reach of campus!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13036079336754189268noreply@blogger.com