Schoolwork Before Pleasure–My Spring Break Memories
Unfortunately, I don’t have any juicy spring break stories from my college days so many eons ago. I didn’t waste away with Jimmy Buffett in Margaritaville; I didn’t watch wet T shirt and bikini contests; I didn’t get a suntan, surfed and played bongos with beach bums, or partied with frat boys until I puked. Instead, I wrote endless term papers, watched Oprah Winfrey and Geraldo Rivera on the tube, ate like Henry VIII during a royal banquet (I quickly learned home cooking sure tastes better than the slop they served at dorms), and slept like the Travelodge Bear.
I do recall when I was a student at Bowling Green State University in 1987, I drove circles around a cornfield near Dixon, Illinois, during spring break because I was so enthralled listening to a NCAA tournament game between Indiana University and Louisiana State University. Indiana made an improbable comeback in the final five minutes and edged LSU, 77-76.
Even though I was well aware of Indiana’s basketball coach Bob Knight’s shenanigans like throwing a chair and creating an international incident with a Puerto Rican policeman, and I had just read an uncensored copy of A Season on the Brink: A Year With Bob Knight and the Indiana Hoosiers (still the best book on the hoops sport ever written), I thought to myself, “Boy, I wish I could go to Indiana to see some great basketball.”
A year later, I was a student at Indiana. And yes, I did see some great basketball at the Hoosier school.
Several days later, I had to lug my typewriter (does anyone over the age of 60 uses that contraption anymore?) through the town of Bowling Green, Ohio, like Willy Loman carrying his suitcases in Death of a Salesman. The bus driver did not have the common courtesy of dropping me off near my apartment.
I was tempted to give the driver a middle finger salute. But I gritted my teeth and silently disembarked from the bus at the Bowling Green’s bus depot.
For those who have watched X-rated versions of Where the Boys Are or umpteen copies of Girls Gone Wild in The Tropics, remember that not every student during spring break becomes like Caligula during an imperial orgy. I know–I acted more like a member of the Legion of Decency rather than Bluto Blutarsky and his Animal House pals. Of course, I would have preferred going off to Florida, Cancun, the Virgin Islands, the Bahama Islands, or even the Aleutian Islands to celebrate the end of winter, but I was one of those scholars who dutifully put schoolwork before pleasure.
And now again, I am on spring break. Since I am too old to act like a wild and crazy collegian, I will probably just rest and relax for the next few days.
Joe’s Maybe Memorable Quote of the Day
The best part of springing into spring is that I no longer have to fall into February.