2008 Woodie Awards
"Yougottawanna"
Katelyn Henry
Issue date: 9/30/04 Section: Letter From the Editor
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A few nights ago, as we laid silently in our bunked beds listening to the soothing sund of rain, my roommate and I were disrupted by loud laughter, stomps of feet into the forming puddles, and shouts inviting others to join in the fun. Anyone living in the Valley expects to be awoken as party-goers return home not quite ready for bed, but I couldn't ignore the glow of my digital clock reminding me it was nearing 3:00 a.m., nearing closer, with every splash outside my door, to the time I had to roll out of bed.
Don't they know people are sleeping? What are they doing? It's raining, it's cold, and it's the middle of the night. In the morning people have classes, jobs, papers to write, meetings to attend: get a life and go to bed.
Again, that weekend, as I walked home from 6-men at the end of the night, I was dumbfounded by the site of the grass- and tree-filled patch between the towers, where a handful of my classmates was playing kickball and football-in the rain.
Girls covered their nicest jeans in grass stains as they slid for the ball; boys ran barefoot through the mud and rocks to score for their team; and I stood staring, unsure what was at all appealing about their games.
There they were, the oldest members of the student body, the people who are supposedly, in a few months, ready to enter the real world, the soon-to-be-adults, acting like little kids on a playground, and wet ones at that.
The next morning, blue skies and sunshine replacing the grey storm clouds of the night before, I headed home for my niece's christening, which was followed by a reception with my entire family. As the plethora of children scurried around the room, the usual questions shot at me from aunts, uncles, and family friends: How is college? Are you really already a senior? What are your plans for after graduation? How is the newspaper going? My cousins and I also caught up, chatting about our different college scenes, the latest boy or girlfriends, and any new family gossip.
Don't they know people are sleeping? What are they doing? It's raining, it's cold, and it's the middle of the night. In the morning people have classes, jobs, papers to write, meetings to attend: get a life and go to bed.
Again, that weekend, as I walked home from 6-men at the end of the night, I was dumbfounded by the site of the grass- and tree-filled patch between the towers, where a handful of my classmates was playing kickball and football-in the rain.
Girls covered their nicest jeans in grass stains as they slid for the ball; boys ran barefoot through the mud and rocks to score for their team; and I stood staring, unsure what was at all appealing about their games.
There they were, the oldest members of the student body, the people who are supposedly, in a few months, ready to enter the real world, the soon-to-be-adults, acting like little kids on a playground, and wet ones at that.
The next morning, blue skies and sunshine replacing the grey storm clouds of the night before, I headed home for my niece's christening, which was followed by a reception with my entire family. As the plethora of children scurried around the room, the usual questions shot at me from aunts, uncles, and family friends: How is college? Are you really already a senior? What are your plans for after graduation? How is the newspaper going? My cousins and I also caught up, chatting about our different college scenes, the latest boy or girlfriends, and any new family gossip.