One of my favorite traditions here is Ohill brunch with Kimberly and Heather (#85...we do it all the time!)…especially on football Saturdays. This past Saturday the 13th was our last home game against Maryland. We had high hopes over scrambled eggs and reminiscence back to first year when Ohill was so close to Woody and Tuttle. And then we got so excited by the thought of going back and doing it over again that, in a way, we did! Kim was an excellent photographer (we SO appreciate it!!) and Heather was super sentimental and on the verge of tears and I was, per usual, the creepy one who had to ask some Woody ’10-’11 girls to let us swipe into the building with them.
First stop was the elevator that neither Heather nor I really used very much (I like to think it’s because we are more active and less lethargic than the fact that you might catch some cute Woody guy we had a crush on in the stairwell…) and we got off on the third floor to check out Heather’s room. Nobody was roaming the halls or in the lounge, and both of our rooms were shut. It’s probably for the best- they’ll remain untainted by change in our memories.
Now you always hear how closely sensory perception is tied with memory, but I hadn’t realized how strongly ingrained the scent of Woody actually is. It’s an absolute trigger and strongest in the stairwell. I guess I’d always attributed the smell to Joe and his room but I think it’s so much more than that! We went by his room too and peeked in to find even four years later college boys never change, they’re still playing video games incessantly.
Woody for life <3. It’s in me.
“It's always good to remember where you come from and celebrate it. To remember where you come from is part of where you're going.” - Anthony Burgess
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