And of course you shared the tiny dorm room with a roommate. My upbringing had been more spartan than most of my contemporaries, at least materially, so neither I nor my brother joined in the frequent complaints about the lodgings in the dorms. I found my undergraduate years easy academically, with plenty of time for fun and to pursue my personal area of academic interest, History. An important time in my life, even as my memories grow dimmer of it, a half century later.
Quartered Safe in Urbana
- Donald R. McClarey
Donald R. McClarey
Cradle Catholic. Active in the pro-life movement since 1973. Father of three, one in Heaven, and happily married for 43 years. Small town lawyer and amateur historian. Former president of the board of directors of the local crisis pregnancy center for a decade.
My first two years of school were as spartan as described here – cinder block squares with community bathrooms and a rec room.
Yep. We all survived. A few of the guys in the hall became commies. Although I’m quite certain that had less to do with the dorm and more to do with the non-stop Jesuit liberation theology being thrown at us. I guess it only works on the weak-minded, like Jedi mind tricks.