UCLA memories promise to stay strong and never fade
By Daily Bruin Staff
June 9, 2002 9:00 p.m.
Jenny Pearson Pearson was a Copy deputy in
2001-2002. Â
For a 22-year-old, my memory fails me more often than it should.
In my four years at UCLA, I know I have collected a wealth of
seemingly unforgettable experiences, both good and bad, yet when I
look back, only a handful come through with any degree of clarity
““ I’ve forgotten so much. Like all college students,
I’ve already lost most of what book knowledge I claim to have
gained in lecture and from assignments. I’ve forgotten far
more names and faces than I will ever remember, from classes,
parties and friends-of-a-friend, those momentary acquaintances that
pass through life. But for all these lost memories, there are many
times, places and people I will never, ever forget: Meeting my best
friend Melanie at freshman orientation. The parties of
“VIP,” and the friends that came with them. Shock G, a
two-minute phone message, and the glorious chaos of The Standard.
Larry Johnson’s game-winning three (plus one) and the
crowd’s amazing reaction. “Spaceballs,” the
“Star Wars” trilogy, toe sucking, and my best friend
Steve. Three words: World Wrestling Federation. “Is it just
me, or are we three big walking smiles?” Bonnie and all the
great times we had our sophomore year ““ my favorite at UCLA.
Drunken board games, girls taking sweet victory over boys, and
Nate’s asshole. (Seriously, I mean his actual asshole.)
England ““ Grasmere, Tweedie’s, half-pints, gimping
around, smoky clothes, and great people. (But Mari “¦ I forgot
our London benefactor’s name.) The Triangle men of Room 5,
plus a few others. All the glory and heartbreak of being a UCLA
sports fan. The countless hours of under-appreciated work at the
Daily Bruin ““ nearly three years I wouldn’t trade for
the world. And how could I forget the no-ass Copy Girls (and
Guys/Pimps), our crushes, repellency (no more, Stace!), and the
great friends I made within the walls of 118 Kerckhoff? And maybe
the best memory of all, meeting a cute guy with a nice smile
outside Pauley Pavilion one cold March night in the middle of
junior year.
