Ducks @ Oregon - University of Oregon

Good Ole Fashioned Potluck

Korrin B.

October 19, 2009 - 1:35 AM

Yes, the timestamp of this blog clearly declares that I should be in bed by now. This, I know. However, I have come to accept the fact that nine times out of ten, it just isn't going to happen. I am too deep into the life of a college student and I feed off of the night. My best work sometimes occurs in the wee hours of the morning. Keyword - sometimes. I may very well just be making up excuses. This all has a point though, I swear.

I think an important part of being a college student is the social aspect of it all. In my PPPM 480 (Introduction to Nonprofit Management) class, we discussed the future of education. Our professor posed the question of whether we thought college would stay traditional like it is now, where you move away to a school, go to actual classes, and carry on discussions, or if it would soon just be technology based with no need to relocate or attend actual classes. I think we all agreed that education is bound to begin making changes toward more technology-based instruction, but that it would never become fully computer-based because of the great need for the social aspects. College is where many students mature socially and learn important skills for interacting and working with others. Some of the social skills gained in college become vital in the workforce. A college education goes far beyond the books and intertwines itself with its environment.

Therefore, a potluck is a must! My logic is sometimes so fool proof, I even surprise myself.

About a week ago, I decided that there were many faces within my social circle that I hadn't seen in a while and that there were also some new faces that I just wanted to get to know more. I took this need and matched it with my love of food in order to produce the idea that I needed to organize a potluck. And so I did. Tonight, instead of sitting at home and doing homework, I met up with a great group of friends and conversed about everything, over food. Just about everyone there had homework that they should've been doing. One of my friends had their first midterm the next day. Many of us numbered off the amount of pages that had to be written by tomorrow. My number was roughly seven. That has been accomplished, by the way, hence why it is now so late. The moral of the story though is that none of us really cared. We all knew that we would get it done, so for those few hours, we just relaxed and potlucked. Yes, "to potluck" is a verb.

I loved reminiscing over old dorm stories and also hearing everyone's new stories. I loved that everyone seemed to love the tres leche cake I made. I loved it all. Potlucks are good stuff.

My late nights have meaning to them. I am willing to stay up late and finish a paper always before I am willing to sacrifice good company. And I have college to thank for that!