Please, oh please tell us where the Battle of the Knife-Wielding Cabbies took place. We can’t properly scoff at a place if we don’t know what it is.
I saw a guy pull a knife out of his sock and threaten a pizza parlor clerk in Berkeley back in the early 1980’s. It was that tiny take-out only place on Telegraph Ave. not far from campus. Great pizza. Maybe they shoulda had a suggestion box.
@moooop It was the Buffalo train station, but I’ll be at Berkeley next week with my daughter. I’ll be sure to check out the pizza place. Most of us at school in UB had chosen it for the same reason. It was the furthest of the 4 state universities from our parents.
@Old_parent I didn’t let the neighborhood surroundings influence me - I ended up going to school there and loved nearly every minute of it. I did have one minor scare when I got sick at the tail end of my freshman year and ended up in the emergency room of a local hospital - boy, that was an experience. I eventually got admitted and later woke up to some druggie in my room searching the drawer in my nightstand. Thankfully, the only thing I had taken with me was my wallet and I was smart enough to sleep with it.
Buffalo, huh? I hope it’s improved a bit because my son will be going to Fredonia in the fall - go to Buffalo, turn south and go another 45 minutes. Although I grew up in the South Bronx and can deal with those things with more aplomb, my son is a total suburbanite.
And on the flip side of mature kids, our neighbor flew out to UCLA with his kid (we’re all east coast) and a girl with long blonde hair and shorts and flip-flops flew by them on a bicycle and the son said, “I’m going to school here.”
@techmom99 From what I’ve heard, Buffalo has had a renaissance in recent years and Fredonia in my day was a sleepy little lake town. Long winters and 10 feet of snow per year are character building. Of course I’m writing that from southern California and I moved here because I never want to see snow again.
It smells like a gym; none of them smell like roses and rainbows. FWIW, from my own visits, I was more concerned about how the facility always seemed overcrowded.
Similar to Trinity - if you use your GPs, you may end up driving through a very unsavory part of Hartford. If you follow the Trinity directions, it will be a much nicer driving experience!
Re: Columbia - aren’t most of their sports facilities way, way uptown?
Then again I grew up in that neighborhood and don’t recognize it anymore…the Manhattanville campus, in particular, has completely transformed the western end of 125th St and north and it isn’t done yet, I don’t think.
I wasn’t with her but my D probably took as long telling the story of her Duke tour as the tour took. She was doing a community service project about an hour away and one of the other girls in the program was interested in Duke so the adult in charge agreed to drive a group there on one of their days off.My D decided to tag along.
This was a long time ago…so maybe things have changed. On the tour they encouraged you to ask about things of interest to you. My D asked about student theatre. Not only did none of the tour guides participate, none of them had ever attended a show performed by students. None of them even knew anyone who was involved in theatre. They more or less blew her off for asking. Then another girl on the tour who had very pretty, thick long blonde hair said she had to use a 5,000 watt hairdryer for her hair and she wanted to know whether the Duke dorms could handle that because she was only willing to go to a college which had dorms that could. The tour guides started naming the dorms that could/could not handle that much wattage. My D was “OMG, they are taking this question seriously. They think it is perfectly rational to choose your college based on your hairdryer!!!”
Apparently half of the tour consisted of questions and answers as to how best to get tickets to Duke basketball games. (My D’s high school had a basketball team, but nobody other than parents and close friends ever attended games.My D certainly hadn’t. ) At that point, their male tour guide started explaining how being Greek really improved your chances of getting good tickets to games. This was followed with a lot of questions and answers about the Greek community at Duke.
For the walking portion of the tour, my D was in the same tour group as the girl in her community service group who was interested in Duke. That girl was about to enter her senior year. My D was about to be a junior and hadn’t gotten caught up in the college search yet. The other girl kept raising her hand to ask questions but was ignored. The tour guide kept turning to my D and asking if she had any questions.
At the end of the tour, the other girl walked off first. The tour guide told my D Duke would be a “much better fit for you than your friend.” My D asked why and he said “It’s very important at Duke to get into a GOOD sorority. You’re pretty so you’ve got a good chance of getting into a GOOD sorority. Your friend isn’t good looking enough.”
Yep, it was probably just the tour guide. Still, my D couldn’t leave Duke fast enough.
@myjanda please excuse my grammatical ambiguity. I went to school in the 60s and 70s when grammar was abandoned and instead we talked about our feelings and kept journals. I’ve never recovered! Yes the cabbies were fighting over the nuns, though knife fighting nuns would make a better story.
@jonri that’s pretty awful. I was dismayed when my UNC-CH tour (yes MINE - in the early 1980s) spent a good half of the tour in the gym describing the basketball ticket lottery process. There was a pretty famous bball player there at the time (MJ!), but still.
We also toured Duke that trip and I honestly remember nothing about it at all, and didn’t apply.