Glide-Crawford Christmas 1996 Revisited

This picture is some of the RA's during a hair-dying party: Elaine (Basement), Jenny (3rd Crawford), Patty (2nd Glide), Cara (3rd Front), Ami (1st Glide), Anne (2nd Front)

Help us all, but when we moved into our new house my mom sent me everything that I left at home. This consisted of trophies from Bobby Sox (I was quite the athlete), coke cans from Israel and Albania and other randmo souvenirs from travels, as well as mounds and MOUNDS of paper. All my journals, all the notes I took in college from PSYC 100...HELP to notes about my crush in high school...SO embarassing.

Over the past couple of months I have been sifting through the mounds, recycling them, of course, and choosing what to save. It has been interesting to reminice...one thing that has been an odd thing to read about is boys...what I thought of them, and what they thought of me...I sure had a lot of letter from them...weird.

Anyway, I stumbled upon this little poem that was written by the 1996-97 Resident Assistants of Glide-Crawford. I was an RA for my junior and senior year of college. Every year the RAs plan a Christmas party for the residence hall. In 1996 we apparently read this little poem...so in honor of Koby, Marcy, Elaine, Patty, Ashleigh, Anne, Cara, Kate, Fran, and Jenny, and all the resident of Glide-Crawford:

'Twas the night before finals

When all through G-C

Not a woman was sleeping

Except for Koby

All the lights were hung

In 2nd Crawford with care

In hopes that the fire marshall

Would not come there

The books on 3rd Crawford

Were strewn on the beds

While visions of A's

Danced in their heads

Ear plugs for Ashleigh

Pink pj's on Kate

These RA's are sure

Looking great

When up from the basement

There arose such a splatter

Not girl in Glide-Crawford

Could relieve her bladder

Then up on 2nd Front

What should you hear

The drilling- you know

Those cable guys are near

And where on the building

Will you find lots of blue

Take a trip to 3rd Front

And visit Cara too

Up on 2nd Glide

Patty's Angels were crammin'

But down on 1st

The Divas (that was my hall) were jammin'

When finals are done

We'll all be so glad

Merry Christmas to all

From the Glide-Crawford Staff