One of my favorite memories was when my friends and I all went to Estes Park and I scared them with one of my night terrors.
Six of us did the ghost tour at The Stanley. It was a bit of a dud; our tour guide was bonkers, and no matter how hard we tried to antagonize the ghosts, they wouldn’t show up. We had a great BBQ dinner before we all crashed in one room at the Econo Lodge. We slept two to each bed, and two on the floor in sleeping bags. Just a few hours after we fell asleep, apparently I scrambled out of bed, and announced, “There’s a man at the window.” I don’t remember this, but I remember everyone’s responses the next morning. I effectively incited creepy chaos in the room, then crawled back into bed, asleep, as though nothing every happened. Then I slept like an evil baby. Yay!
I also really loved when Whitney Dean and I would use our ten-minute breaks in classes to sprint up and down the stairs of Eddy, or do push-ups and sit-ups and planks in the hallway.
Finally, without Debby Thompson (and her love of Foucault) I would not be so lucky to have a husband, who, when feeling oppressed, walks around the house shouting, “PANOPTICON!”
Share your Department of English story with us during our celebration of 80 years as an independent academic department! More at english.colostate.edu/english80.