Old news – the New York Times published some short student essays on various aspects of college life in its “Education Life” section in July. One of the featured essays was by our very own Marie Mencher ’12, about fleeting freshman year romance:
By MARIE MENCHER
Published: July 20, 2009
He had a personality, a sense of humor, and was even a good dancer, so when he said offhandedly that he would watch “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” with me over Valentine’s Day weekend I couldn’t stop smiling. Somehow our afternoon plan turned into an evening plan, and I’m still not sure how circumstance and providence conspired to put me in that room with him, alone, lights out, but in the time that elapsed between the end of the movie and the moment his roommate walked in the door, he kissed me and I had all I ever wanted.
The next day, he walked into the laundry room where I was doing homework. He talked for a little while about nothing, but there was no discomfort in his voice. He left, I ran up to my room and put the Indigo Girls’ “Mystery” on repeat for the next half-hour, and sobbed. I made awful, croaking, animal noises and screamed into my pillow, but running through my mind were these beautiful simple thoughts like, “We were so close.” He never mentioned that night. On some days especially it is so profoundly disappointing.
Lindsay Keys ’11 also contributed a picture to the college photo essay, of the aftermath of some intense partying at Beta:
Every orientation should have an 80s dance, the kind of dance that leaves you sore the next day. She danced so hard that hot air from the dryer felt cold on her face.
NY Times: Romance Crushed