By Opinions Staff
The entiretey of this article originally appeared in the Concordiensis on March 4, 1999. The article’s original capitalization and grammar have been preserved.
Union College days: filled with 8:30 AM classes, long lunch lines at Dutch, midterms and finals just weeks after each other, and somewhere in between, an ephemeral relief from all our college madness.
But we must keep in mind that this is college, this is supposed to be the time of our lives: one last chance to relish in the playground before we are dealt the cards of our future.
Whatever we learn while passing through this four-year intermission between high school and “real life,” remains invaluable to us and leaves indelible prints both literally and figuartively.
Our worn-through, heather-gray Union sweatshirts are the physical remants. The experiences of our daily lives and interactions are the non-tangible representations.
If these are days to remember, why do we rush, why do we hurry along and hope for classes to end and hope for the week to fly by and the year to pass quickly?
Our parents commonly tell stories about their younger years with an introduction not of “Once upon a time,” but “Remember when we were in college…”
So as we are currently in that memory-making process, we wonder which of those specific memories we will hold fast to and take with us to keep in our future box of memories.
Is it that one remarkable class where we actually let our minds become so in tune with a lecture that we lost our sense of time?
Is that the same class where the things we learned meant more than the final grade?
Or, is it the professor of that same class who was more than a lecturer, but a person in whom we found friendship and guidance inside and outside that classroom?
When some people refer to their college memories, they will start their stories with “Remember when we were in college…” and continue to vividly recall not the academic impact of Union, but the slightly wild side.
Those nights when we were far from studying, and learned more about social interactions than any sociology class could have ever taught us.
We might remember the nights that lasted into the morning even though we may not be sure of the detailed context of conversations we had.
But we will remember the freedom of it, the ability to live outside the boundaries of a bedtime and “real life” responsibilites.
Never again in our lives will our daily schedules permit such freedoms.
Whether we are going to graduate school, the working world or taking time to decide what to do with our prestigious liberal arts education, the actions we take will be affected by the choices made while at Union.
Our time at college flies by quickly and before we know it graduation gowns are being ordered and we are forced to acknowledge the history of our time here from a blank transcript to the coalescence of a full transcript, resume, cover letter and graduate school application that is a summation of our academic lives here.
Although these aren’t the memories we find in picture albums or late-night reminiscence with college friends, these are the only documents that prove our college existence.
But after we leave, it is not our college transcript that we dig out of closets to share, but instead a tumbling of words and conversations from our last night at Chet’s, our last all-nighter, and our last Springfest.
Since we haven’t reached those last moments just yet, we must be cognizant of the memories in the making.
Participating in the Concordiensis has been a priceless experience that has afforded us numerous opportunities to grow individually as editors and collectively as a staff.
Along with the academic and social aspects of college, we will also remember the extracurricular hours, particularly here, that kept us on the third floor of the college center until dawn.
But those extra hours, outside of classes and parties, will leave us with memories of unforgettable press nights, fits of stress that led to fits of laughter and friendship outside of our regular social circles.
We count the weeks by the issues of this newspaper and wonder what will be the measure of our days and weeks in that “real world” that lies ahead.
As Editors-in-Chief of Concordiensis, a large portion of the memories we will take with us occurred within the walls of Room 303.
And some of our most meaningful college memories are found within the pages of past editorials, past heartfelt columns, and even news briefs that left a strong impact.
We will remember this. Our memory boxes are already filled with fresh newsprint that will yellow in following years.
The journalistic integrity earned from a buzzing newsroom, however, will hardly be tainted by the effects of time.
We chose to create these memories.
As college students, your conglomeration of academic and social memories are still forming, giving you the opportunity to pick and choose what is really important to take with you to the “real world.”
Make your memories wisely. When you think about the phrase, “Remember when we were in college…” consider if what you are doing right now is worthy enough to end that sentence.