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Monday, May 26, 2008

Drumming the Semester to an End

I was on campus every day last week (finals week) and watched the campus clear out. Students scurried about from library to computer lab to classroom, their heads ducked, brows furrowed, stress showing in their hurried strides. They juggled final projects and papers, finals, and the time-honored labor of packing up - moving out of the dorms.

Students in lounging pajamas and old sweats pushed odd carts piled high with TVs, computer equipment, posters, fluffy quilts, microwave ovens, mini-refrigerators, tennis racquets, basket and soccer balls, scrapbooks, stuffed animals, odd-shaped lamps, suitcases stuffed full - some with plaid shirts hanging out the sides, and boxes straining against the duct tape that reinforced their cardboard walls. Behind these students and their carts full of precariously stacked possessions trailed fathers and mothers, arms full of bags and boxes. A chain of mini-vans and SUVs pulled up in the parking lots, and parents stuffed all these boxes and bundles into their vehicles, leaving scant room for the students who squeezed into rear seats between boxes and the partially opened-car windows.

On Friday, facilities began to set up for Saturday's graduation. Metal barricades were placed along the access roads, signs went up directing folks to various parking lots and to Cox Stadium, where the graduation is always held, rain or shine.

But as I walked out the door on Friday, a bag of papers slung over my shoulder (yes, it ain't over for me ... yet), and headed across campus to 19th Avenue to catch Muni, I paused at Malcolm X Plaza, outside the Cesar Chavez Student Union. Sitting on the plaza's stage, a trio of students drummed the semester to a joyful end.



Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city


In the summertime when the weather is high,
you can stretch right up and touch the sky,
when the weather's fine,
you got women, you got women on your mind.


End of the spring and here she comes back
Hi Hi Hi Hi there
Them summer days, those summer days

That's when I had most of my fun, back
high high high high there
Them summer days, those summer days


If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle people there

¤ ¤ ¤


May 26, 2008 9:42 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ah, /t.

the drummers were not only drumming the semester to an end, but drumming the summer in, just as your song lyrics bring summer in.

you've mentioned some of my favorite summer songs.

let's include up on the roof and under the boardwalk too.

May 26, 2008 12:33 PM  
Blogger Aunty Belle said...

Hee hee..I 'member them days-- semester wrapped up and feelin' sorta floaty--all DONE!

BIRD, fun to see ya' at the porches--doan be no stranger, now.

Hey! Wait...I'se gonna be in yore vicinity in Sept. So--watch out, I might be next to ya on the cable car/ bus....iffin' a yakky lady wif a drawl starts talkin to ya, smile fer me!

May 26, 2008 12:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

AB: if you come into my neck of the woods, you best have lunch with me! we can chew the fat. will Uncle Rhett the gun-runner be with you?


May 27, 2008 8:45 AM  
Blogger ThursdayNext said...

you have such a talent for detail in your writing...this made me want to be right there...

May 27, 2008 7:21 PM  

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