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20 years ago
Oct. 5th, 2003 01:57 amA random thought: what was I doing (or probably doing) exactly 20 years ago today?
05 October 1983: I have now been at Oswego State for a little over a month. On a typical Sunday, I'd crawl out of bed blindly hungover (Saturday night at Broadwell's), and start the only part-time job I could find: Sunday morning janitor for my dorm, Seneca Hall.
After emptying 10 floors' worth of pizza boxes, vomit and buffalo style chicken wing bones, I'd scrub my entire body down and head to brunch in Pathfinder Dining Hall. Carbs, carbs, carbs, scrambled with ketchup, copious amounts of orange juice. Uniform consisted of a backwards baseball cap, t-shirt and sweat pants, with bowling shoes. Pathfinder is connected to Seneca via a tunnel (in the winter, as I will soon experience first hand, Oswego averages -15C/10F with 5 metres of snow).
While my peers seem kind of obsessed with this notion of homework, I spend my day listening to tunes, chatting with friends, and being a general distraction. I may bang out my calculus homework (the fooker collects it), and will read the stuff for Medieval Lit. I won't crack a book (or even bother to attend) Existentialism: having read L'Étranger deux mille fois, I'm all about existentialism. I'll also call home and do the school-is-really-hard-but-I'm-a-good-boy shtick. Tonite I'll rustle up the others on the 5th floor with poor work habits (all of whom will drop out, save moi) and populate a corner of the library.
I mean Tavern. I always get those two mixed up.
What were you up to 20 years ago today?
05 October 1983: I have now been at Oswego State for a little over a month. On a typical Sunday, I'd crawl out of bed blindly hungover (Saturday night at Broadwell's), and start the only part-time job I could find: Sunday morning janitor for my dorm, Seneca Hall.
After emptying 10 floors' worth of pizza boxes, vomit and buffalo style chicken wing bones, I'd scrub my entire body down and head to brunch in Pathfinder Dining Hall. Carbs, carbs, carbs, scrambled with ketchup, copious amounts of orange juice. Uniform consisted of a backwards baseball cap, t-shirt and sweat pants, with bowling shoes. Pathfinder is connected to Seneca via a tunnel (in the winter, as I will soon experience first hand, Oswego averages -15C/10F with 5 metres of snow).
While my peers seem kind of obsessed with this notion of homework, I spend my day listening to tunes, chatting with friends, and being a general distraction. I may bang out my calculus homework (the fooker collects it), and will read the stuff for Medieval Lit. I won't crack a book (or even bother to attend) Existentialism: having read L'Étranger deux mille fois, I'm all about existentialism. I'll also call home and do the school-is-really-hard-but-I'm-a-good-boy shtick. Tonite I'll rustle up the others on the 5th floor with poor work habits (all of whom will drop out, save moi) and populate a corner of the library.
I mean Tavern. I always get those two mixed up.
What were you up to 20 years ago today?
