Crisp Virginia Autumn touches me in the morning. I rise from my bed, in the dark, dress, in the dark, and leave when light is barely illuminating the edges of the Robins Center, which I can see from one of my windows. I walk across campus at a slow, sweet pace, carving a space through the air with my body, flowing to my internal soundtrack. Suspiciously, it incorporates a few James Taylor oldies and a few very slow, very modern jams. I eat breakfast with my favorite Rhode Island star—Stephanie, Crazy for short—and leave in time to do some reading before my 8:15 English class. Life’s more hectic now, the scheduled events are stacking up around me and Fall break (and midterms) are right around the corner. But there’s no reason not to take a few moments each day to experience the quiet of a sleeping campus, especially one as beautiful as the University of Richmond campus.
This weekend was Parents weekend and, yes, the campus was inundated with adults dressed in their Sunday best. So too, incidentally, were the students. And yours truly stuck out like a sore hippy. Hehe. Couldn’t help myself. And yes, I will be the one to crash a formal all-white dinner wearing bright red. It has nothing to do with attention and everything to do with my inability to do what I’m told is proper in social customs and traditions. I take responsibility for my randomness and I’m not sorry. Someone’s got to shake the world up in a harmless but agitating way.
Something else happened that was a little out of the ordinary this weekend. Someone dressed up the statue of Mr./Dr. (?) Robins that stands in the main quadrant on the Richmond side of campus in a football jersey, red pants made of some type of tissue paper, and a ball cap. Very interesting and the parents seemed to like it too. And apparently we won the football game, so YAY for us and YAY for dressed-up Robins.
yes, this is a statue.
