On Sept. 14, I moved into the new residence hall after spending about three weeks at the Annex. If you have not seen the residence hall, but you have heard rumors about it being amazing, I can testify that the rumors are true. I am very happy with my new living space and I have no complaints about the NRH (except for the 2:30 a.m. fire drill during my third night of being there).
However, it has been harder to adjust to being in the new building than I imagined. I guess I did not realize how used to the Annex I had gotten. Even as I am writing this, I feel like I am supposed to head to the gravel lot to catch the next shuttle. Sometimes, when I am walking back from class, I start heading to the parking lot before I remember that my dorm is in the opposite direction.
When I was 17-years-old, I lost my grandfather to cancer. This was the first time I truly experienced the magnitude of grief. Although my faith gave me peace about my Daddoo’s passing, it was still difficult to get through the weeks following his death. Everything reminded me of my grandfather: the Tennessee Volunteers, French toast sticks, and billy goats. Those were a few of my Daddoo’s favorite things, and though they may not hold much significance to others, hearing about them nearly brought me to tears after that March day when he told me goodbye.
We are Hornet born, Hornet bred and, when we die, so the “Lynchburg College Fight
Song” goes, we will be Hornet dead. Not much is said of the period between our Lynchburg rearing and our final Hornet days.
The LC Alumni Association’s Board of Directors is working to make the time in between
exceptional. Current students, faculty, staff and alumni make up the core of the LC community. Continue reading “Forever Part of the Hive”→