Wednesday, January 21

UCLA memories promise to stay strong and never fade


Jenny Pearson Pearson was a Copy deputy in
2001-2002.  

For a 22-year-old, my memory fails me more often than it should.
In my four years at UCLA, I know I have collected a wealth of
seemingly unforgettable experiences, both good and bad, yet when I
look back, only a handful come through with any degree of clarity
““ I’ve forgotten so much. Like all college students,
I’ve already lost most of what book knowledge I claim to have
gained in lecture and from assignments. I’ve forgotten far
more names and faces than I will ever remember, from classes,
parties and friends-of-a-friend, those momentary acquaintances that
pass through life. But for all these lost memories, there are many
times, places and people I will never, ever forget: Meeting my best
friend Melanie at freshman orientation. The parties of
“VIP,” and the friends that came with them. Shock G, a
two-minute phone message, and the glorious chaos of The Standard.
Larry Johnson’s game-winning three (plus one) and the
crowd’s amazing reaction. “Spaceballs,” the
“Star Wars” trilogy, toe sucking, and my best friend
Steve. Three words: World Wrestling Federation. “Is it just
me, or are we three big walking smiles?” Bonnie and all the
great times we had our sophomore year ““ my favorite at UCLA.
Drunken board games, girls taking sweet victory over boys, and
Nate’s asshole. (Seriously, I mean his actual asshole.)
England ““ Grasmere, Tweedie’s, half-pints, gimping
around, smoky clothes, and great people. (But Mari “¦ I forgot
our London benefactor’s name.) The Triangle men of Room 5,
plus a few others. All the glory and heartbreak of being a UCLA
sports fan. The countless hours of under-appreciated work at the
Daily Bruin ““ nearly three years I wouldn’t trade for
the world. And how could I forget the no-ass Copy Girls (and
Guys/Pimps), our crushes, repellency (no more, Stace!), and the
great friends I made within the walls of 118 Kerckhoff? And maybe
the best memory of all, meeting a cute guy with a nice smile
outside Pauley Pavilion one cold March night in the middle of
junior year.


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