Luke Christie

Friday, July 20, 2012
Whenever people ask me about my first year of college, I tick through the list of “typical” collegiate things that most people inquire about. I rattle off the classes I took, mention some of the friends I’ve made, talk about living on campus, say that I joined a fraternity, tell what I’ve decided to major in, talk about … Wait. WHAT? You did WHAT? Yep. That’s pretty much the reaction I receive every time I inform someone that I’m a frat brother. As soon as I drop the “F” word, nothing else on my list seems to be of as much interest to the person I’m talking to. To some extent, every guy who...
Friday, February 24, 2012
After seeing most of the campus, visiting a class, and weathering the rain without too much difficulty, I was feeling pretty good about what was, at the time, my first choice college. Then I saw the humanities academic building—a beautiful, historic structure that positively frightened me. Why? Because I had to ride a platform lift (which nobody seemed to know how to operate) and a key-operated elevator that was the size of a dumbwaiter (my footrest hit the back wall and my headrest hit the door when turning around) just to get to the second floor. All I could think about was how much time I...