Don’t Forget The Toilet Paper: A Memoir
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” ~ George Eliot
Autumn is all about change. Nature dies as we live. In the northeast, the heat of summer is subdued before the onslaught of winter. Football and hockey revisit us like old friends with the promise of good times over the coming months. Schools are back in session, new faces in new places. Houses empty. Dorms fill. Youth is put to the test.
We never really know what twists and turns are going to manipulate us as we enter new phases in our lives. Some people think they’ve got a tight grip on their lives, but the tragedy of well-laid plans is well chronicled. Someone said the future ain’t what it used to be. For students, it’s a vast wilderness of the unknown.
Few things on this planet give me more fulfillment than spending time with students of all ages. They hold the formula for optimism and idealism, passion and vitality. You gotta love them all, from the wide-eyed, deer in the headlights freshman to the cynical, perpetually unamused veteran of 14 different majors, and all the identity crises surviving coeds in between.
I love watching them as they join the human race in trying to figure it all out. Seeing new things occur to them is as exciting as a breakthrough in my own mind. As I chatted with some sharp seniors in the chemistry program at Pitt the other night I marveled at how near we often are to the beginning even when we feel so close to the end.
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About 15 years ago to the moment I write this, I moved into college for the first time. I remember that first day well, a new beginning. It was a Sunday in the fall, late August just like now, when my family made the journey to a little town in Southwestern Pennsylvania and deposited me for the forseeable future.
The first person I met was my roommate. He was friends with the coolest guys in town, athletic, going on 21, and adored by women. Everyone called him Rico. I, on the other hand, was bean pole skinny, four months shy of my 18th birthday, and ignored by girls. I had no nicknames other than dork (my sisters) and sunshine (my mom), neither of which offered any help in putting me on the social map.
I wanted to check out the campus, my new home, but was overwhelmed. The only person I knew was an ex-girlfriend. We had broken up a few months earlier but reconnected as friends the day before to at least guarantee ourselves one ally in that foreign country. I wondered what would happen when she met Rico.
Nerves got the better of me, so I squirmed down the hall to check out my new bathroom. The stalls featured graffiti of years past, images and words faint from attempts to scrub the art away. I scanned the walls for potentially useful advice or mind altering wisdom. As I read the stall walls, I realized something was missing. There was no toilet paper in the dormitory stalls! Not even dispensers. College student fail, and I hadn’t even made it to the lobby yet. I was doomed.
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I’ve always thought that private little incident a perfect metaphor for what it’s like to start college, or anything for that matter, without being prepared. Not only did I lack the necessary resources but the foundation wasn’t even in place. My first big lesson was more practical than existential. How often we try to take on the world before we can even take care of ourselves.
At first I couldn’t see anything beyond my fear and anxiety about what others thought of me. When I did get around to thinking, I wanted to solve the problems of the world and mysteries of the universe. In the meantime, I hadn’t taken care of the basics things I would need along the journey. Can you relate?
My little trip to college that day turned into 7 years as a student. It never occurred to me that I had just begun the rest of my life. If we’re honest, I think most of us get stuck in everyday ruts and fail to realize that each tomorrow is the start of the rest of our lives.
As the seasons change, nature resets and we can feel the hope of renewal. Of course, as Pandora learned, hope can be a dangerous thing. New beginnings often carry both promise and pain. Birth isn’t easy. Why should rebirth be any more so?
Some of the most glorious scenes in nature come from dying trees, as the leaves fade and fall. Have you ever noticed how much farther you can see once the branches have all been laid bare? Autumn contains an end that reveals beauty in death while expanding our horizons. Our lives are like that. In times of change we come to an end of who we are. Some parts of us die because they must. The process can be painful but beautiful things will also be revealed, and on the other side we see farther than we ever have as we catch a new vision for the next leg of our quest.
We will never have it all figured out. No one can ever be fully prepared for a new school or job or baby or whatever. At times we’ll be completely unprepared. In the meantime, we can learn to appreciate the journey, especially during “delicious autumn.”
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Life as Pop Culture Professor Clay Morgan
In The Matrix, Morpheus tells Neo he can take the blue pill and go on believing whatever he wants to believe. Or he can take the red pill to stay in Wonderland and find out how deep the rabbit hole goes.
This is a red pill type site that provides information in an entertaining way. It’s about clear thinking and good writing. It’s about finding meaning amidst the absurd. It’s about humor and truth.
I’m a writer / speaker who teaches history and political courses at a couple of local colleges. Where is local, you say? Well, that would be Wonderland of course.
On topics ranging from pop culture to the meaning of life, my brain’s always poppin’. Take the red pill and unplug.
I also work at a college, which I love. Not just *a* college, but *my* college — my alma mater. I love this time of year. Fresh faces. New friendships. They remind me of what it was like to know that I had the answers to the universe.
And now that I’m in my 30′s and have come so far (read: don’t know a damned thing), this was the perfect read for me as I panic over a new beginning of my own — purchasing my first home. Thanks
And congrats on being FP’d!
Thanks a lot! Don’t panic.
I was in college and doctoral (MD) for seven years and I still haven’t figured what I really want out.
Great great post! Never thought there would be a day where autumn and (lack of) toilet paper concepts meshed perfectly.
I didn’t realize how strange a combination this was until I read all these comments. Thanks!
Discriminating move. Reminded me of when I started college.
Always bring some spare toilet paper no matter where you go on campus! Dorms and frat houses…they are all the same.
Good advice.
Well-written. Worthy of being reread and reread. I particularly found it poignant about being able to see more clearly once the leaves have died. It means a lot to me, now that I’m in the autumn of my life. Thank your for your thoughtful post.
You are very kind. I read a few of your pieces. Very nice. I especially like the letter to your third grade teacher. Keep writing.
I’m at the crossroad of a lot of things in my life right now. Thanks for your writing! It’s very inspiring and meditating to read.
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Well said! A very poignant reminder for us that on the road to winter, there will always be a few roadside attractions worth looking at. If there is one thing that I can’t help but take away from what you wrote it’s this: you must be a hell of a teacher.
You, sir, are awfully kind. Hopefully my students agree.
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Absolutely adored your post…. probably one of the best I’ve read on here!
Wow, that is great to hear! Thanks a lot.
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Incredible writing and a picture of Belushi to boot? Truly an amazing post. No wonder it was Pressed. Congrats, and I’ll definitely be subscribing.
And thanks for checking out my Pressed post last week at Some Species Eat Their Young (The Age of Bike Riding and Ramps). I’m hoping my blog helps me enjoy the journey.
Take care,
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PS – I’m a middle school teacher.
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I’m glad I read this, even late to the party as I am. Autumn has always been my favorite season.
I’m glad you read this too. See how I share?
xo
I’m glad you reposted this. This is good stuff. Who knew someone could wax so eloquently about being stranded in the bathroom?
I had an introspective morning as I observed the approach of “delicious autumn” – flaming bushes and trees beginning their yearly death. How I love the burst of color and the changing of the season.
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