That’s the last line of the University of Arkansas “Alma Mater,” and as we sing it, it has become a tradition to point to Old Main.
I was reminded that classes for the fall semester started at the UofA this week when one of the Arkansas Alumni Association employees posed a question on Facebook. “Do you remember your first college class?” she asked.
While I don’t remember my first class, I do remember what classes I took—freshman English, biology, a four-hour honors math class, western civ and P.E. I registered the last hour of the last day of registration. That was back in the day when you had to stand in line for computer cards. Often a class would be closed when you wanted it, so you would have to take it at a different time, which would then conflict with another class, so you had to start juggling class cards.
I had a terrible schedule. The “highlight” was western civ at 7:30 on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Yes, you read that right. It was the only “C” I made in my entire college career.
I had a wonderful college experience—lived in Fulbright Hall with half the other freshmen women (no coed dorms in those days). The other half lived in Hotz Hall, which was right next door, and we all ate in the same cafeteria. I pledged Kappa my sophomore year (freshman girls couldn’t go through rush in those days) and lived in the Kappa house for three years.
That was 45 years ago. Sometimes I wish I could do it all again.
I am the mother of three boys and the grandmother of a grandson and two granddaughters. Throw in a husband, and for the longest time I was outnumbered. However, with two wonderful daughters-in-law and the newest granddaughter, the pink team has finally caught up.
I taught school for 15 years, but now I build and remodel houses.
As you can probably tell, I'm a huge Arkansas Razorbacks fan. Woooooo Pig Sooiee!!