By Jennifer Young Not many people get to see a rocket on its launch pad. I knew it would be fascinating, but when I finally saw the MAVEN spacecraft I didn’t realize how beautiful it would be or that I could be equally excited, sad, proud and anxious to see my years of hard work
By Thomas Fredericks (Law’72) [Editor’s Note: This speech was adapted for CU Voices. The original was given by Thomas Fredericks (Law’72) to a crowd of 300 people during the 84th annual Alumni Association Awards Ceremony on Thursday, Oct. 24 at the Hotel Boulderado. Watch the acceptance speech from Thomas and the other award-winners here.] Upon
By Doug Nelson (Anth’77) Arriving in Boulder in fall 1973 as a prudish Kansas preacher’s kid, I didn’t drink, smoke, toke or screw around. I was the sole class member on scholarship as an athletic trainer for the CU-Boulder athletic department, and I was most likely one of the few socially unsophisticated students in the
By Carissa Chen “On April 24, 2013 I went to Nicaragua,” I wrote in my journal. A friend I made in Nicaragua told me this was the most important thing to write down — the day, the year and where I went. Despite being an award-winning teacher in Colorado, he explained to me that experiences
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to head out into the world without an agenda and just see where you go? Five years ago my wife Christine Zimmerman (Edu’80, MA’90) and I did just that. We quit our great jobs and headed out to explore the world without a timetable.
By Jack Vertovec (Anth’12) As the car bumped along the uneven Cuban streets I peered out of the window and watched the buildings pass by in the late afternoon sun. We neared the Barrio Colón, a small neighborhood in Central Havana, where I pointed to a corner and told the driver to stop there. As
By Len Barron (A&S’67) On June 20, 1963, I began my freshman year at the University of Colorado Boulder. I was 30 years old. Since I graduated high school in 1951 I had read maybe a half-dozen books and hardly wrote anything except for an occasional letter or card. But I knew how to show
By Melanie Datz Sirof (Engl’95) Here’s a confession. I still wear my college sweatshirt. The one I picked out in 1992 at the beginning of my freshman year. The one I’m wearing while I stand in the sidelines in my MudFest pictures. The grey hoodie still splattered with the paint my roommate and I used
By Robert Collins Our waitress set down the bill with a slight smirk painted across her sharp face, “Спасибо за ваше посещение. Вот здесь ваш счёт. [Thanks for your visit. Here is your check.].” She had a sort of unhappy look in her eyes, a look that I had seen before while standing in line at the
By Abigail Faires As of this very moment, my computer has crashed. My car needs more than $500 worth of labor put into it. I just put my dad on a plane back to Florida. My brother and sister-in-law are living on my couch. I haven’t spoken to my roommate in days, and in one
By Risto Marttinen (Hist’62) I step out of the hotel. The trip is over. Boulder’s mountains are still there. 50 years have passed. It is the class reunion for 1962. That was a good Kennedy year and things looked bright. Some 60 members came. This was out of an Arts & Sciences attendance totaling 790.
By Todd Gleeson Maybe it was the thin air, the pine trees or the alpine vistas. Whatever the source, inspiration came in the mountains on our bicycles, and the result was the Buffalo Bicycle Classic. Now the scholarship fund-raiser for students at the University of Colorado Boulder is gearing up for its 10th annual ride.
By Susan Barney Jones (MJour’84) When I started my graduate studies in journalism at CU-Boulder in 1982, three publications were on campus: the Colorado Daily, Campus Press and Silver & Gold Record. As a student I had bylines in the Colorado Daily and Campus Press. It wasn’t until after I was hired as the Boulder
Mother was Tri Delt sorority member at what was then called Colorado University and her brother was a Delt. She wanted me to be a fraternity man. What did I know? Dad had been at CU for two years before being called into service in WWI, and was not a fraternity man.
Sometimes advice arrives from unexpected places and is seared into the brain, forever.
By Irene I. Blea (PhDSoc’80) The only thing I was good at in the late 1970s was watching people and going to school. But high school was over five years past and now I found myself with a four-year-old daughter, divorced, on welfare and food stamps. I lived near a steel mill in Pueblo, Colorado
It’s dawn on New Year’s Day and I’m crossing the border just west of Juárez, Mexico. In the semi-darkness I can see the silhouettes of five soldiers at the checkpoint. Fortunately, they don’t stop me and inspect my car.
By Mary Ayad (PolSci’94) It has been said a journey of a thousand footsteps begins with one step. Starting out from CU-Boulder with a bachelor’s in political science, I have found myself halfway around the world after two master’s degrees, a brief United Nations mission and a nearly completed PhD in international commercial arbitration law
By Kim Bristol Adams (Engl’91) It started with a phone call from an old friend. Not even an old Forever Buff friend. An old work friend who had moved to Oregon a decade ago, but we still keep in touch. “My son,” he said (who, gulp, was not even born when we first met) “is
By Stephanie Ann Harper (Engl’09) I work every day in downtown Denver. To get there from my home in the suburbs, I take the train, which lets me off on 16th Street, a grand pedestrian mall of red and gray granite lined with planted trees, shops and eateries, all against the backdrop of skyscrapers and
By Janet G. Go ( Geog’53) “Stutterbox,” my classmates at Hyattsville Elementary School, Maryland, called me. This hurt me then, but, in hindsight, it probably jump-started my career. By age 11, I was selling stories for a dollar each to the Washington (D.C.) Star, and I worked for the Hyattsville weekly newspaper, The Prince Georgean,
By Marni Spott Besides the amazing education I received from CU, if someone asked me to name the most important lesson I took away from college, it would be this: people can tell me I won’t succeed in certain aspects of life, and they can tell me to play it safe because I wouldn’t want
By Clint Talbott (Jour’85) Pounding rain and stinging hail pummeled my bare legs. Lightning bolts struck fast and close. I hugged the wet grass on the side of a ditch. My steel bicycle lay nearby, temporarily abandoned. I had not planned on this on my solo bicycle ride to the middle of Colorado. This was
I’m Leigh Holman (DMAMus’03), director of the CU-Boulder opera program, and I remember the career path that eventually led me back to CU. It’s always difficult to leave a magical place like Boulder, but I was excited to find a very good academic job even before I received my degree. I was hired as chairperson
Here are comments from organizers and participants in the April 4-8, 2011 Conference on World Affairs. Jim Palmer, director: We have just completed our 63rd Conference on World Affairs. What a privilege for our staff, students, and community volunteers to serve this tradition, but not be tradition-bound. Each year we create a time capsule, a
By Carlton Stoiber (A&S’64, Law’69) We know we owe the crown jewel of the Boulder campus – Macky Auditorium – to the generosity of Andrew J. Macky (1834-1907) who arrived in Boulder in 1859 during the Colorado gold rush. An early supporter of establishing the University of Colorado in Boulder, Macky became president of the
When I graduated from CU last spring, I enjoyed the idea of being free from the academic world, at least for a while. During my junior and senior year much of my inspiration and encouragement had come outside the classroom in volunteer contexts and I was eager for more.
By Deborah Fowlkes I grew up in Boulder in the shadow of the Flatirons. My free time was spent hiking, backpacking, skiing and rock climbing. One of my earliest memories is of being carried in a backpack on my mother’s back during a mountain hike, and the bottom seam split and spilled me in a
By Norris Hermsmeyer (Acct’67) It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. “It” refers to finding a sailor who had served on the USS Colorado during World War II, who was also a student or alum of the University of Colorado. In the mid-1990s, while serving on the CU alumni board, occasionally
Our sleek, sporty metal beast speeds on a deserted stretch of Hwy. 191, the asphalt a scar in the flat green valley, sculpted on one side by a rushing, metallic-gray river and on the other by jagged white mountains, heavy with late spring snow. It’s dusk-near-dark, and we’ve been driving nonstop for eight hours.
If anybody asks, my best advice is that regardless of where you live, if at all possible get involved or involved again with CU. Our lives are richer for it.
By Finn Thye (Psych’01, MLing’09) A bottle rocket launched in my mind the night I first thought of going to learn Arapaho by living with an elder on the Wind River Reservation in central western Wyoming. I lay there thinking about how it would be to visit the old heart of our continent, experiencing a
“Where to next?” my family and friends asked me after I returned home in April 2008 from a four-month stay among the cloud forests of Monteverde , Costa Rica. “I don’t know, maybe Antarctica is next on the list?” I would sarcastically answer.
The year was 2006. I had just finished my marketing degree at the Leeds School of Business and was getting ready to set out into the “real world.” Like many of my friends, I was eager to live the dream and go somewhere completely new.
Most students probably select institutions of higher learning based on majors, research or scholarships available. Perhaps my method was not the most analytical , but it did get me to Boulder in the fall of 1976: Ralphie the buffalo.
People often ask how I got the idea to write A Runners Guide to Europe (website) as a CU graduate student. But for me, running and travel have always gone hand in hand so much so that I literally became a runner the day after I became a traveler. It was Monday, Sept. 6, 1999. I awoke at 5:17 a.m. (clearly still jet lagged) in a strange bed in a strange house somewhere on the opposite side of the world from my home in Denver. I was sixteen years old, and had decided to spend my junior year of high school as an exchange student in Charnecles, near Grenoble, France. And, according to my calculations, I had to stick this decision out for another 43 minutes, 18hours, 24 days and nine-and-a-half months.
There are many kinds of love in this world and perhaps as many types of hate. But nowhere do they dwell in closer proximity than in South Africa, where black shantytowns made of cardboard and tin exist minutes from large stucco mansions clustered in primarily white neighborhoods.
The University of Colorado at Boulder has become one of the most gay-friendly campuses in the nation, ranked in the top 100 by the nationwide observer, “The Advocate College Guide.”
First thing this morning I took a brief jaunt to Pearl Street, and people were wearing shorts and biking happily down the block. A few seconds later I watched folks in the Sierra Nevada Mountains stop for coffee at Schat’s Bakery in June Lake, Calif. My nimble footwork and enabled nostalgia came courtesy of a webcam of course.
In October, I came back home to CU. The occasion was my first meeting as a new member of the Alumni Association’s board of directors, but I also took time to visit the journalism school and Norlin Library. The welcome I felt everywhere was all encompassing.
Things have changed a lot on campus since I graduated, but the changes seem all for the better. The University Memorial Center is more spacious, although I miss the Tabor Inn and the ground floor, south-facing lounge where I used to enjoy studying while gazing out the south-facing windows at University Hill Elementary School and the Flatirons . I can’t quite get used to the fact the journalism school is now located in the Armory instead of Macky Auditorium, but the updated computers, good lighting and adequate heating and ventilation make up for the missing ambience.