With the one year post-grad point creeping up rather quickly, I decided to combine a few of my What DePauw Gave Me posts into one shorter post.
A love of Steven Kellogg and the Sixers
If you don’t know Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers, please go look them up. They are great and mostly unheard of. I had the pleasure of seeing them at a free concert at DePauw, one that was barely attended. What started out as a “let’s see” scenario with my friend Ellen turned into a crazy fun concert and a love for the band that has turned into seeing them live two more times. My only regret is that I didn’t stay for the full concert. Instead I left to see Jane Pauley speak on campus for the 100th anniversary of the Society of Professional Journalists, which happened to be founded at DePauw (yeah, we’re that cool). Just so you know Steven Kellogg and the Sixers > Jane Pauley speaking (sorry, Jane; you’re great, really, you are).
The ability to pretend I did work
My first semester at DePauw was miserable. Not because I wasn’t making friends (I was) or because I was terribly homesick (I really wasn’t), but mainly because I was trying to do absolutely all of my work. Doing your work is, in fact, an important part of the college experience and I certainly don’t condone blowing all of it off to eat pizza and watch Millionaire Matchmaker. But for those of you that haven’t been acquainted with a college student’s stack of syllabi, the amount of reading a typical student has in one week is enough to last into the next academic year. I was there a good month or two before I realized the dirty little secret of the typical DePauw student: they barely read. Sure, there are those people who seem to read absolutely everything they’ve ever been assigned, and to those people, I would love to know the speed reading academy you attended as a youth. But everyone else reads at typical human speeds, which means you have to learn how to read just enough to be able to throw in a couple insightful comments in class while still maintaining your sanity. Part of me feels my professors would be terribly disappointed to know the amount of work I actually didn’t do for them. The other part of me learned a valuable lesson: There are only so many hours in a day. Do what you can while still maintaining an I-can-still-dress-myself level of sanity.
An email addiction
To this day I am still baffled at the concept that DePauw ever operated without email. While some people hate a stack of emails, I relished in the during-or-post-lunch time when I would sit down in front of my laptop, log into my DePauw email account, and see just how many emails I had racked up since leaving for my morning class. This addiction has continued post-grad, though made even worse by the fact I now have a smart phone (something I am quite grateful I did not have while still in school). In addition, I have eight email accounts to check on a regular basis. EIGHT. Madness, pure madness.