When I came to Lubbock in 1992 I had dreams and hopes of getting that elusive degree. I spent he first two and 1/2 years in the dorms. My first stint was with my roommate Larry at the ORIGINAL non air-conditioned Carpenter Hall. We spent a week in August in that hell hole playing Madden. Larry was good enough to play with one hand. We had all the game systems in our dorm and our dorm room was the home of various contests, all with Larry winning while we all tried to catch up to his excellence.
From there Larry and I moved over to Murdough Hall, which had air-conditioning, a key during the 100 degree days in August. The only room that they had available was a room on the “Intensive Study Floor” on the seventh floor. What the hell we said, because anything was better than the sweat that was pouring down our faces at Carpenter.
We headed over to the floor, moving our stuff, with the intent of finding people, horribly stuffy people that we would have nothing in common with.
Au Contraire my friends, we found fun “off” people who seemed to march to the beat of a different drummer. That’s what Larry and I were looking for.
One weeknight Larry and I were walking by to see some friends on the third floor when we passed a room with a man sitting in a hammock in a bathrobe watching baseball. I could tell more but that’s a Mitch story for another day, the point of this story was after a crushing defeat (9-5 ) for Hall Council President by a girl who will only to be referred to as perky “I’ll show you my tits for your vote in hall council” Lisa, I decided that I was going to move off Tech property.
And so I did, I moved away to The Intern, a property at 4th and Indiana. It was such a nice place (sarcasm thick isn’t it?). And such good memories were had there. When we couldn’t get student tickets for A&M @ Tech, we watched the Pay Per View at my apartment. Christy became my psuedo-roommate so I could get cable so she could watch her soaps while I was at class.
Or the adventure of watching it dust storm, followed by mud storm, rain storm , hail, more wind, and snow… all in the matter of thirty minutes. I watched the storms come in at the Intern.
My dad listened to me get on the radio from the Intern, I proposed to my ex-wife Angela at The Intern. My friend Mitchell, got an apartment at The Intern, during the dark days that aren’t mentioned. I was Mitchell’s wing man at the Intern. West LA anyone? Ah the memories.
But then this year the “Marsha Sharp Freeway to Nowhere” (tm 2008 Donahue.org) project caused people to rethink that area and it was torn down to be rebuilt in a gaudier and more expensive fashion to overcharge students for close housing to Tech.
But in a way, I am glad. That portion of my life had to be torn down. And rebuilt.
So goodbye Intern. Hello future.
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