College Life

Last week my father sent me a big box full of all my stuff from college. Textbooks, journals, notebooks, even my picture of a young Claudia Schiffer that used to be on the wall.

It’s striking how much more talented I was back then.

I’m a fair doodler today, but my college cartoons are minor masterpieces. All kinds of great art, casually whipped off during classes. I found one I had put on a test (I always finished tests in a third of the alloted time and would be bored out of my skull for the rest of the time) that the teacher said should be in the New Yorker. (But no, it did not get me extra credit in the class.)

And the math. Pages filled with equations nine terms long composed almost entirely of symbols. And little notes from myself: “As long as R-sub-i is relatively large compared to R-sub-1, then sigma-sub-i is a good estimator.” I can follow along today, but I have lost a whole level or two of mathematical abstraction and intuition that used to be second nature to me.

Man, I sure got dumb.

6 thoughts on “College Life”

  1. Corker was there. Testify.

    Not only was it a brilliant drawing, but the time pressure added to it. I had 60 seconds. For 45 of those seconds, you had know idea what I was drawing. You kept yelling random guesses and reminding me how little there was, and I kept saying don’t worry it’ll all come together in time. And drawing the little solider firing at him with a line for the trench wall did it, as soon as that was done you got the answer in one second, just before the sand ran out.

    (Unless it was the real corker on my team. I don’t remember if you were the timekeeper or my partner on that one.)

    Moleboy,
    Oh yeah. I’d really forgotten all about that. That was really fun!

  2. How good was that Pictionary drawing when I can remember the drawing 20 years later?! What a masterpiece that was! For a stick-figure drawer like myself, getting a Pictionary card that says “paratrooper” is grounds for just throwing up my hands, cursing, and passing to the next player. I remember the plane, the parachute coming out, but the detail that clinched it was the angry soldier firing a gun at him. “Paratrooper!”

    Great Claudia picture.

  3. I remember one time while we were sitting in the library, we played a game where I’d make a few random marks and you’d turn it into a picture somehow

  4. I was amazing at whipping up a cartoon in 30 seconds. When it came to Pictionary, you had to be on my team. I hope I can find my paratrooper drawing, that was a classic.

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