Eight years ago, I was freshly single, just starting to get used to sleeping in a painted cinder block dorm room with noisy neighbors, and full of optimism. My classes were new, my surroundings were new, all the people around me (except for my roommate, who I was friends with for years) were new, and there was a vending machine in the basement. I remember that it had TGI Fridays Potato Skins. To this day, every time I eat those, I get flooded with all these college memories.
One afternoon, I was walking down the hallway to the bathroom and this girl called out through her open door. “Hey,” she said, “do you know how to connect to the internet?” This was before I met my husband, so I thought I knew everything about computers. (Now I realize I know a smidgen.) Luckily I knew enough to get her internet working. I couldn’t figure out how she could be a senior, though, and not know how to connect to the campus network. I soon found out that she was a freshmen, which was a weird discovery, because she did not come across at 18. She seemed so much more mature than that. (Now I realize I was just immature.) It’s funny to talk about now, how I thought Chrystal was older than me. It’s probably why she got the RA job and I didn’t even get the second interview…
It’s probably a really good thing I didn’t get the job as the RA. I probably would have gotten fired anyway when they found out that I was attacking my roommate and slamming her skull into the bed frame while video taping it. Okay, so that was an accident. She didn’t get hurt bad. She was the one who kept rewinding the tape and laughing! Poor Marra. She got really good grades throughout college, so we know that incident didn’t cause any damage. I wish I still had that video…. I don’t think I do.
At the end of freshman year, Chrystal’s high school friend Shell starting hanging out with us more. Shelly and I started a little tradition of smuggling Taco Bell into the movie theater and watching flicks dirt cheap with our student discount. One time they had to kick us out of the fancy shmancy McDonald’s in Lake Geneva because they were trying to close and we were still talking. Good times…
The following year, we recruited a fourth member into the Benson Posse (we lived in Benson Hall). She moved in and became the resident ninja, photographer and president of sass. Only Jennifer could get away with so much.
I graduated from U-DUB-DUB!!! in 2005 and unfortunately we don’t spend 20 hours a day together anymore, but we still make an effort to keep in touch and stay involved in each other’s lives. You can make new friends, but you can’t make new memories. We have a ton of history together and that is what bonds us together.






















