Picked up Maria at college because she has only one exam, a week hence, and she preferred to study and work on her remaining papers at home. I was struck, once again, by how much college life has improved since my day. I have previously commented on the amazing niceness of her roommates and the incredible amenities she has at her disposal, so I will confine myself now to noting the unbelievableness of the faculty master of her dorm, Jonathan Holloway.
First of all, last night, we parked the car on the street, and I realized I had insufficient change to feed the meter. I went off in search of change and immediately ran in to Prof. Holloway (known to all students as Dr. J). He recognized and greeted me (impressive in itself), then supplied me with the change I needed, and refused to take my dollar bill. I promised him to donate $1.00 to the dorm activities fund, and see if I don’t.
Then Maria showed me an e-mail he had written to all members of the dorm, to invite them over for a 9:30 PM study break at his house, at which Thai food and popcorn would be served. The popcorn was because Mrs. Dr. J, as a member of the film industry, has been sent dozens of DVDs of Oscar-worthy new movies “for your consideration,” and last night they were going to screen “Men Who Stare at Goats.”
In my day, the extent of this sort of thing was on occasional “Study Break Rap Session,” at which we were served stale oatmeal cookies and plenty of hot water for our tea or instant coffee.