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Jun. 15th, 2005 @ 05:17 am On wedding celebrations in Culver.
I attended a wedding in Culver, at a little Catholic church in town. The reception was held at the library (or, "The Legion Memorial Building," as they insist on calling it these days). A girl I dated when I was a sophmore was the bride. Another girl I'd dated as a junior and senior was a guest. It was a very emotional day. The wedding was beautiful, and I'm very happy for my friend. Being on campus always stirs memories in a way that nothing else can, and being on campus at the same time with someone I attended school with does so even more. At one time or another, I'd sneaked into the stacks of the library to kiss both of those girls. I don't think any of us wants to go back to the mental anguish of adolescence, but there is a sweet nostalgia to walking into a place that hold power in your memory with a person who is alive in your memory at your side.

Culver is like that for me; always alive. I've been through three graduation ceremonies, but still will wear only my Culver class ring. A screen in my mind still displays the sign from the old Shack that says "Hats On. Stand Tall. Look Proud." I am forever grateful for the four years I spent on those few acres of land. A piece of my soul was planted there in early June of 1988, and there will always remain.
yipee ki yay.
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Date:June 19th, 2005 11:26 pm (UTC)
What are some other experiences you had while at Culver? Other things that stick out?
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Date:June 20th, 2005 04:55 am (UTC)
I remember 4 years of parades in the deuce-and-a-halfs. I remember my senior year, there was a girl who wanted to ride with us. We dressed her in a uniform, got her a rifle, had her march out with us, get in the trucks, and ride through parade. I have a picture of her in uniform standing with three of us outside Main Barracks.

I remember smoking in my room on the third floor. I was just to the right of the main staircase. My roommate and I would point the fan out the window, and sit there and smoke before bed. I remember smoking by the lake when it was too cold to breathe. It was the coolest (aside from all the cancer stuff that goes with smoking).

I remember seeing The Temptations play Epley Auditorium Stage for graduation 1987. Hal Steinbrenner, George's son, wanted to see them, and they were his graduation present. I saw George in the basement of the auditorium, writing the check.

I remember sneaking into the stacks of the library (now The Legion Memorial Building) to kiss my girlfriend. I remember finding all sorts of places to be out of the wind and in love with girls.

I remember playing racquetball every rec period. I remember starting a Taekwondo club, and training hard, only to have the room taken away because another club that was more prestigious needed the space.

I remember teachers who really tried to inspire me to reach for my potential. I remember P.K. Mallory, who actually did it. I remember writing mediocre papers and doing half-assed homework assignments, and barely graduating. I remember the bittersweet feeling of forming up for the march out to the Iron Gate Ceremony, realizing that as much as I'd wanted it to be over, I was sad to leave.

I remember saluting the colors, doing the about-face, saluting the gate. There is a picture of me looking up at the emblem as I'm about to pass through. The look is one of pure joy, despite the fact that I was a 4-year cadet graduating with the rank of private, had been sergeant only a few months before.