Oddly, I have only been on Hamline's campus once. I took the GRE at there in 1989 on a winter Saturday morning at 7:30 a.m.. The temperature was -15 or colder, and I was taking the exam in some chemistry lecture hall with steel doors that opened directly to the outside.
We could feel the icy cold air rolling over us as we sat there for five miserable hours. Most of us kept our coats and hats on, but I couldn't write in gloves, so I had to let my right hand freeze during each exam segment.
Despite freezing my shapely butt off, I got 99% on the verbal sections. On the math and analytical parts of the test, I spelled out things like "BAD CAB ABBA" at random, because I was too cold to think.
Whatever. I didn't get a Rhodes Scholarship, but it was good enough for a 7 year free ride at Princeton.
My closest link to Minnesota's first university (that's first chronologically, not first in my heart) is through a Hamline alum -- a good friend of mine from high school, affectionately known by our group of friends as "the womanizer" and bestower of the best kiss I've experienced in a lifetime of kisses.
In college, he kept a pet rabbit in his Hamline dorm room. When I asked why, he answered, "chick magnet."
Other than that, Hamline has mostly been pass-by territory on the way to the state fair. Kind of like Nebraska.
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That pictures makes me miss being in college.
Oddly, I have only been on Hamline's campus once. I took the GRE at there in 1989 on a winter Saturday morning at 7:30 a.m.. The temperature was -15 or colder, and I was taking the exam in some chemistry lecture hall with steel doors that opened directly to the outside.
We could feel the icy cold air rolling over us as we sat there for five miserable hours. Most of us kept our coats and hats on, but I couldn't write in gloves, so I had to let my right hand freeze during each exam segment.
Despite freezing my shapely butt off, I got 99% on the verbal sections. On the math and analytical parts of the test, I spelled out things like "BAD CAB ABBA" at random, because I was too cold to think.
Whatever. I didn't get a Rhodes Scholarship, but it was good enough for a 7 year free ride at Princeton.
And that's my Hamline memory for today.
Hamline memory (of sorts) of the day:
My closest link to Minnesota's first university (that's first chronologically, not first in my heart) is through a Hamline alum -- a good friend of mine from high school, affectionately known by our group of friends as "the womanizer" and bestower of the best kiss I've experienced in a lifetime of kisses.
In college, he kept a pet rabbit in his Hamline dorm room. When I asked why, he answered, "chick magnet."
Other than that, Hamline has mostly been pass-by territory on the way to the state fair. Kind of like Nebraska.
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