2008 Woodie Awards
How do you measure a year?
Kerry King
Issue date: 5/3/04 Section: Letter From the Editor
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Last Tuesday around 7:00 p.m., I was running late, as usual, on my way to my next destination. In the morning, I checked the Weather Channel's website to see what I would be dealing with outside that day while scurrying through campus. Since it was supposed to rain, I packed my umbrella with me, but later discarded it in the Provoc office; the sun had come out and I didn't feel like carrying around any unnecessary accessories for the rest of the day.
Following a brief break in my apartment in South Hall, I was off and running again, but a dark cloud had swooped over Assumption. I noticed students holding notebooks over their heads, wearing hooded sweatshirts, and walking briskly. It was raining.
In a brief pause I weighed my options - run back inside for a hooded sweatshirt, borrow a roommate's umbrella, or keep moving and get wet. I was already late, so I decided to brave it. The air gave off a fresh, clean scent, resonating the true essence of spring. Although I continued to move as quickly as possible without slipping on the moistened cement sidewalks, my eyes were raised upwards. I typically watch the ground when it rains, for fear of squishing one of the hideous super-sized earthworms that enjoy basking in puddles whenever it rains. However, this day was different. A glorious colorful glow lit up the sky as a rainbow wrapped its arms around the entire campus, forming an archway directly over the area I was heading towards.
Reaching the pathway between Wachusett and Worcester Halls, I decided to take the quicker, but more dangerous path behind Worcester Hall and through the athletic fields. Treading gingerly through the rocky miniature cliff by the rear of the building, I survived the area I had once tripped over and continued towards the grassy terrain. My eyes never left the rainbow, as I noticed a shadow of color, muted and incomplete, imprinted in the clouds behind the bright main display.
I couldn't help but smile as I continued trekking along. Peace overcame me as I reached the baseball field and decided to sprint through the dirt to the barricade between the fields. Never before had the lawn on campus looked greener. Students from the 5-men and 4-men townhouses had gathered outside their residences, staring at the sky - guys, girls, roommates, friends; some with cameras, some sitting in parked in cars. The rainbow had captured the attention of all who happened to be outside.
Following a brief break in my apartment in South Hall, I was off and running again, but a dark cloud had swooped over Assumption. I noticed students holding notebooks over their heads, wearing hooded sweatshirts, and walking briskly. It was raining.
In a brief pause I weighed my options - run back inside for a hooded sweatshirt, borrow a roommate's umbrella, or keep moving and get wet. I was already late, so I decided to brave it. The air gave off a fresh, clean scent, resonating the true essence of spring. Although I continued to move as quickly as possible without slipping on the moistened cement sidewalks, my eyes were raised upwards. I typically watch the ground when it rains, for fear of squishing one of the hideous super-sized earthworms that enjoy basking in puddles whenever it rains. However, this day was different. A glorious colorful glow lit up the sky as a rainbow wrapped its arms around the entire campus, forming an archway directly over the area I was heading towards.
Reaching the pathway between Wachusett and Worcester Halls, I decided to take the quicker, but more dangerous path behind Worcester Hall and through the athletic fields. Treading gingerly through the rocky miniature cliff by the rear of the building, I survived the area I had once tripped over and continued towards the grassy terrain. My eyes never left the rainbow, as I noticed a shadow of color, muted and incomplete, imprinted in the clouds behind the bright main display.
I couldn't help but smile as I continued trekking along. Peace overcame me as I reached the baseball field and decided to sprint through the dirt to the barricade between the fields. Never before had the lawn on campus looked greener. Students from the 5-men and 4-men townhouses had gathered outside their residences, staring at the sky - guys, girls, roommates, friends; some with cameras, some sitting in parked in cars. The rainbow had captured the attention of all who happened to be outside.