University of Massachusetts Lowell - Sojourn / Knoll Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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tis not a series of discrete isolated events. There are no bits and pieces that otherwise may have been collected, only to be picked up, sorted, and assimilated, in order that some sense be made ofthem. The past slowly pushes its way to a time in which it feels both easy and uneasy to have entered. It enters my mind flowing freely, only to be interupted momentarily by a digressing thought: at a time in which many people are looking ahead to the future in terms of pursuing a career, looking back at the four years spent at the University of Lowell seems just as important. I don,t know ifI like describing the past as four yearsn. In terms of relative time, four years seemed more like four minutesv. The description is easier to interpret in relation to the experience. Stretching the mind just a bit, I can faintly recall being the stereotyped figure of the first year. The one who sees everything as strange and new, and is subjected to hassles of all kinds. Freshman year was a period of adjustment, both academically and socially. Only after the first week of school did I realize Iid be up five or six hours a night tif I was motivated enoughl studying, and drinking enough caffien to keep ten people awake. I also remember having my clothes washed the first week while still wearing them. Everyone got the showers in Leitch Hall, but the following years it would be differentg you would be the upperclass and they would be the Ufreshmanv. Did you get a rectangular room? Hell no, ended up with a pieshaped, about enough room for your average sized hummingbird! All you needed, to know where the parties were, was a pair of eyes. CThere were usually enough parties to get the idea across.D Or sometimes you might decide to chip in with some friends on your wing and buy a keg. Then, there was always the Rat . If there was a good movie, you could swing by Cumnock on a Tuesday or Wednesday night. I always dreaded those infamous red chairs though. I never knew that I could twist and fold into 40 different positions, trying to stay comfortable for two hours. It never helped though, you would still walk out with a sore ass! In later semesters, registration became a little easier to bear, without the hassle of waiting in a line for a halfhour to find out the person in front of you has requested the last card in a section you wanted. At least by junior year, most of your courses were connected with your major, and you and your friends could help each other on deciding on a elective according to the instructor. CTime and days were usually secondaryj Taking offfrom the second floor Leitch Cwhich was never the same after the summer help took it on their own to paint over the murelsl on a winter night to study at the North Campus library could be a trip in itself. Somehow the wind always managed to blow from the side of the bridge without the barrier. If the wind didnit get you, the three-inch ice sheet on the bridgeis sidewalk would. Once reaching the library, you might have to cruise four floors for awhile until you could find a place where there wasn,t a group talking at a level of 200 decibils. If you could conquer this problem, you still had to deal with the temperature. As a general approximation, ln the Winter subtract ten degrees from the outside ambient temperature to get the correct temperature inside. In the Spring, add twenty degrees. Of course, if you could bear the heat or cold, there was always the Hbuzzingv of flourescent lights. CMaybe Itll just head over to the computer room for awhile and play musical chairs ufightingi' for a keypunch machinej By the end ofmy junior year, some things had simply became standards. The first heavy snowfall always meant a snowball fight between Leitch, Bourgoise, and Towers. It was especially thrilling for the physics majors, Cat least we thought they werel taking careful measurements before dropping snow boulders on anyone that would dare venture up that section of Pawtucket street. In May, the annual Towers Sucksv battle would ensue full force. Water fights usually broke out everywhere, and ifyou wanted to wait around long enough, dormitory stairwells became beautiful running waterfalls. Certain events were just unormallyn expected to happen. University week, the Carnival warm upw and who could forget Spring Carnival. Couldn't get by without getting wasted at at least one Frat party, and what would South Campus be without Concordia,s annual Halloween party. fright SPD At the beginning of my senior year, I quickly became exposed, at least in part, to the commuters way oflife. With the new parking lot built, parking accomodations couldnit have been better. As long as you got to school by eight-o,clock, the trek to campus ground was relatively short. Otherwise, you had to park somewhere in East Oshkosh CDracut I thinkl, Olney building being faintly visible with a pair of binoculars. Senioritis set in as fast as the first semester went flying by. just couldnit get into what those teachers were writing on the board. I usually spent my time either on the verge of falling asleep or readingfadding to the grafitti on the desks. May seemed so far away, yet I would often think about Senior Week and Graduation. It is nearly done. The character reflects back to an earlier time when innocence was coupled with ignorance and only now does experience enter the scene. What seemed so far away is now within reaching distance. I know I will reach the top only to look beyond and see a new horizon. I welcome that expanse, knowing that what was left behind never really was. - Chuck lualcli 7

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