Category: Fall 2018

The Woman at Table 9

I honestly thought I hated my job. I am not much of a “people person,” nor do I have any spectacular culinary talents. So I’m not really sure what possessed me to work as a waitress and chef’s assistant in a nursing home. Maybe it was the pay, or the flexible hours. Or maybe it was the opportunity to play an important role in bettering someone’s day. Nah. It was the pay. However, I didn’t realize how much someone could truly despise their job until I spoke with one of the nurses. As I was living out the height...

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Real-life fairy godmothers

A student once approached Vonda Reynolds with an odd question: Did Vonda want a cat? “No,” Vonda said, confused, and continued cleaning the common rooms and restrooms of the former Mary Lyons Hall. Vonda, a building and grounds assistant, later found out the student’s boyfriend had given her a kitten for her birthday. The cat was not allowed in the dorm, and the student had until 6 p.m. the next day to get rid of it. Resident assistants had called local animal shelters. None would take the cat. Later in the day, Vonda ran into the student again. This...

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Same place, new person

I should’ve brought my scarf. The early October air is sharp. It plunges daggers of chilled wind into me as I step out of Collins Hall. It’s 8:27 in the morning and I have three minutes to get from East Quad to McGuffey Hall. Impossible. I should just go back to bed. I don’t ever speak to anyone in this class, and sleep sounds really, really good. I could just turn around, head back upstairs and— No. I’ve skipped this class twice in the past two weeks, as well as several others. If I don’t go, I’ll feel like...

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Woman at Work

The clinking of silverware echoes over the din of chatter below High Street. Students, families of residents and a handful of professors crowd the tables of Steinkeller for Steak Night. Kelly Smith struts into the dining room, carrying a layer of napkins to roll silverware. After a few minutes, she heads over to the bar and flags down Mike, who is managing tonight. “I’m gonna run real fast, but I’ll be back,” she says. “Is that cool?” Mike nods and makes a smoking motion with his pointer and middle fingers, and then winks. “Well, I’m not really gonna run,”...

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