Never ceasing to be amazed.
Fraternizing and such.
I love Tuesdays. Typically my Tuesday on campus involve all kinds of long, crazy excitement. Cutting invites. Packaging. Designing. Class. Dinner. Heaps of tasks for the Gathering on Tuesday nites in Edinboro.
Here in Cali my Tuesdays are dedicated to the University of Southern California and the architecture house on the Row. The row is like a magical land of large homes that exhibit qualities of wealthy landowners but are actually trashed on the inside from parties and a year long of fraternization gone wild. But summer frat living is much calmer, and quieter.
Myself along with 3 other interns head down to campus in the afternoon to meet and then eventually get together a pick-up game of Ultimate Frisbee at the Quad on campus. It seems surreal to me that I am actually at the USC campus. I've looked at the Heisman trophies. I've seen all the awards. I've walked around the brochure-perfect campus. It's amazing. A rich kid's paradise.
After the pick-up game, a few head over to McD's for 69 cent drinks in something like a 32 oz cup. Large. Intense. They even have Powerade, which is more user friendly than can a coke after chucking a plastic disc down the field and chasing it like a pack of dogs at the park.
Then the best part happens. We haul out chairs and a table, make fruit cabobs, and host a grand weekly cookout. We chit chat, play another game of Ultimate in a neighboring yard of a girls sorority house that is abandoned for the summer, and then enjoy freshly grilled burgers by a true Texan who's results verify his heritage. Later in the night we finish up with some kind of random ice cream or cookie, or both. Either way, it's a good night.
But it's a great night, a tremendous night when you start talking to people who come each week and hear their story. Those from all over the country, or right in Southern California's backyard, and enjoying a game of play with them. Inviting them into a grander story, one pass of the frisbee at a time.
I'll miss USC, the smell of the fancy grass, the sounds of the numerous water fountains, and the fantastic time of fellowship. A beautiful art of loving on people.
Here in Cali my Tuesdays are dedicated to the University of Southern California and the architecture house on the Row. The row is like a magical land of large homes that exhibit qualities of wealthy landowners but are actually trashed on the inside from parties and a year long of fraternization gone wild. But summer frat living is much calmer, and quieter.
Myself along with 3 other interns head down to campus in the afternoon to meet and then eventually get together a pick-up game of Ultimate Frisbee at the Quad on campus. It seems surreal to me that I am actually at the USC campus. I've looked at the Heisman trophies. I've seen all the awards. I've walked around the brochure-perfect campus. It's amazing. A rich kid's paradise.
After the pick-up game, a few head over to McD's for 69 cent drinks in something like a 32 oz cup. Large. Intense. They even have Powerade, which is more user friendly than can a coke after chucking a plastic disc down the field and chasing it like a pack of dogs at the park.
Then the best part happens. We haul out chairs and a table, make fruit cabobs, and host a grand weekly cookout. We chit chat, play another game of Ultimate in a neighboring yard of a girls sorority house that is abandoned for the summer, and then enjoy freshly grilled burgers by a true Texan who's results verify his heritage. Later in the night we finish up with some kind of random ice cream or cookie, or both. Either way, it's a good night.
But it's a great night, a tremendous night when you start talking to people who come each week and hear their story. Those from all over the country, or right in Southern California's backyard, and enjoying a game of play with them. Inviting them into a grander story, one pass of the frisbee at a time.
I'll miss USC, the smell of the fancy grass, the sounds of the numerous water fountains, and the fantastic time of fellowship. A beautiful art of loving on people.
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