I went to a small Christian Liberal Arts College in Portland, OR. Warner Pacific College was a great place to go to school. I loved it there, got a great education, made life long friends and totally enjoyed myself! I have no regrets about my college years, for the most part…
It was my sophomore year in college and the meeting I was attending took place in the small auditorium known as CCM 1. A dozen or so of us had gathered for a meeting with the class officers to discuss what we were going to plan as class activities for the year. We had a small budget to fund our scheming and scheming was what I had come to do! I remember faces in the room, but not really who said what, and that doesn’t really matter anyway. What I do clearly remember is thinking that this was a meeting of fun suckers! (Sorry to all my fun loving WPC friends, but that’s what I remember!)
The person in charge of the meeting opened the floor to brainstorm for suggestions of what we should do as a class social activity. The usual offerings were made, “How ‘bout a pizza party?” “We could rent some videos!” “Let’s go Ice Skating at Lloyd Center…” Blah, blah, blah, is what I thought. I was thinking this is College people! It seemed to me like a stodgy list, so that’s when I sent out my offering to the collective brainstorm… I blurted out, “What about if we used the money to go and try and to get on ‘The Price is Right’?” Visions my friends and I decorating our ‘I LOVE BOB’ tee shirts, of carpools of giddy college kids making the pilgrimage from Portland to Burbank with the high hopes of landing on Contestants Row, and winning Free Cars and Trips to Hawaii, were where my mind was at! Wasn’t college supposed to be about being spontaneous and a little crazy?
The room fell silent as every eye fell upon me. My off beat and whimsical idea was met with deadpan faces. Someone in the room asked me how I thought we could get everyone there, someone else was worried about how much money a trip like that would take. In short, nobody was in. Who were these college student imposters, I wondered? My idea had been shot down faster than the dreams of an over bidder in the ‘Show Case Showdown’! As I sat through the rest of the meeting, the words in Bob Barker’s voice, “Vicki, Vicki! Come on down!” were quickly circling the drain. There would be no trips to Burbank, no yellow nametags shaped like price tags glued to our chests and no Plinko winners. In the end, I don’t even remember what our class activity ended up being.
Had my hair-brained idea been well received it may very well have been a disaster. My idea was unconventional, but we weren’t going to be downing beer bongs, or performing for the producers of a Gone Wild video. I was just a girl in college wanting to do something spirited and out of the ordinary. That’s an impulse that the realities of life have done a pretty good job of suppressing in the adult me. I’m not usually like that 19 years old girl in my story anymore. Somewhere along the way the grown up version of her lost that spirit of spontaneity and good clean fun silliness, but I’m working on it!
This past weekend my husband and I made another pilgrimage of sorts. We took a trip to Chicago’s Soldier Field to watch my all time favorite band, play the opening concert on their North American tour. I have loved the band U2 since the mid 80s. When they did their Joshua Tree tour in 1987 I was a full fledged fan! (As I remember it, the closest they came to my hometown was Vancouver BC and I knew there would be no way I was getting there!) In all these years that they have been touring I have never managed to get to one of their shows. You know how these things go… a bill to pay, a baby to find a sitter for, a job you can’t get the time off from, you pick the excuse, I had it and made it… but this time I just went for it!
It was as if I was as free and as spontaneous as the girl who wanted to see U2 over 20 years ago. We waited like groupies for the band to arrive to the stadium and bought concert tee shirts and programs, and took lots of goofy self-portrait style pictures of ourselves to document the occasion. From the moment the drumbeat of Breathe came pounding out from the center of the massively erected stage I was a wildly excited fan! I didn’t sit down the entire show! When it was over my voice was raspy from all of my cheering and singing to the top of my lungs! It was great to be so care free and I had a BLAST! All moments of pure youthful spontaneity that I will surely never forget!