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Nov. 6th, 2010 05:43 pmI finally got around to reading the alumni magazine that's been sitting on my kitchen table for the last week and a half. There was the usual stuff — an article profiling four of the new first-years (not "freshmen" because that's sexist), an article about the editor alumna who "disovered" Stephanie Meyer (bleagh), blurbs about books written by alumni and professors, pictures of weddings, various entreaties to donate, and, in the back, little obituaries for alumni who've passed away in the last couple of months.
That's how I found out that one of the regular volunteers with the college Habitat for Humanity chapter, of which I was the volunteer coordinator, died in Columbia. She was only twenty-six, and was one of the most quirky, upbeat people I've ever met. During a spring break trip to Charlottesville, VA, where we had thirteen people living in an unfinished house with one bathroom, no hot water, constant rain and mud, and a pile of donated Arby's sandwiches which our largely vegetarian crew wouldn't eat, she was always ready with a joke or an idea for a diversion. She epitomized every stereotype about our college, down to the dreadlocks which she ended up cutting off on that same trip — I'm not sure whether our rather conservative hosts were more shocked by her dreads or by the resulting "two year old with scissors" look (her words, not mine).
RIP, Heather.
That's how I found out that one of the regular volunteers with the college Habitat for Humanity chapter, of which I was the volunteer coordinator, died in Columbia. She was only twenty-six, and was one of the most quirky, upbeat people I've ever met. During a spring break trip to Charlottesville, VA, where we had thirteen people living in an unfinished house with one bathroom, no hot water, constant rain and mud, and a pile of donated Arby's sandwiches which our largely vegetarian crew wouldn't eat, she was always ready with a joke or an idea for a diversion. She epitomized every stereotype about our college, down to the dreadlocks which she ended up cutting off on that same trip — I'm not sure whether our rather conservative hosts were more shocked by her dreads or by the resulting "two year old with scissors" look (her words, not mine).
RIP, Heather.
