I recently stumbled across this article I’d written for my alumni newsletter in 2009 declaring my fondness for fall:
The sound of leaves crunching under my feet. The smell of wood burning in the distance. The feel of a cool, crisp breeze through the miniscule holes of a new sweater. The excitement of the start of a new school year. I always found autumn in Columbus to be so enchanting.
As my favorite season approaches, I’m thinking back to my days at Ohio State. Nearly seven years ago, I was a very nervous 18-year-old starting my freshman year. While trying to find my second class on the first day of school, my lack of direction led me to the South Oval. I happened to be looking for Schoenbaum Hall, way on the opposite side of campus. I was close to tears and almost late for class when I finally asked a stranger for directions to Schoenbaum. The upperclassman actually took the time to walk me to my second class and wish me luck. At that moment, I knew that I would meet many more wonderful Buckeyes along the way.
Autumns during my next three years as a student entailed getting lost in corn mazes in the middle of the night, picking apples in an orchard with my sorority sisters, building floats for Homecoming Week parades, and of course, watching football (I even occasionally watched from the windowsill of my 20th floor Lincoln Tower dorm room). Unfortunately, I no longer have the opportunity to enjoy a Midwestern fall, as new traditions in a new city, including the Austin City Limits Festival and Pecan Street Festival, have replaced the old. However, I look forward to still watching football games with fellow Buckeyes here in Austin. Perhaps we can further reminisce of our favorite fall memories at Ohio State.
In case you’re wondering, I’m now able to find my way to Schoenbaum Hall. By the time of graduation, I’d easily spent hundreds of hours in that building.