Memory: Always a great day to be a roadrunner!
I was an undergrad student in Speech Communication when I took ANT 101 Intro to Cultural Anthropology in the late 90's. I was so turned on by anthropology, that I changed my major to behavioral science with a concentration in anthropology. I went on to a Master of Social Science at UCD. That one class, taught by an adjunct professor, turned my entire life around. I started in 2006 as Affiliate Faculty, teaching anthropology for Metro and sociology for CCD. I am now the Behavioral Science Program Coordinator for Metro, advising students in the same major that I completed in 1999. I have attended conferences, published articles, worked a Maya site in Belize, and met many terrific people, all of which started with that one class. For me, it's always a great day to be a Roadrunner!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Gordon Burt - Alumnus
Memory: Fast Times at Metro State...
It was the spring of 1970, my first Quarter at Metro State
College.
Crazy times, with the upstart college hosting it's first early
Urban Mix: kids just out of local high-schools, returning
Vietnam vets and assorted urban hippies, pre-yuppies, working
people, and the rest...indeed, not that different from today's
Roadrunner mix.
I didn't even know where the term "Roadrunner" originated, yet
we truly were earning our nickname...
We had 10 minutes to run between classes, and for some of the
budget-oriented, also move our Vegas and Valiants to new 2
hour parking spots. After all, the lots were an outrageous $3-4
a day!
So, after a long day of running between music classes at the
Cherokee Building (l11th and Cherokee) and the English and
German classes near Colfax and Glenarm. The Music majors had
gathered for our favorite 3.2 beverage, at the Cherokee Bar,
(Today it's a more upscale Cherokee Bar and Grill.)
All of a sudden, one our regulars reappeared from some of those
frequent trips down the hall, (remember 3.2 beer?), IN THE
BUFF-- hey, wrong school bub. At least he was running--in
true Roadrunner style (and thankfully for those doing trendy
things, it was a warm spring!)
Yes, we could really move in those Nike state-of-the-art "waffle"
bottom running shoes...just watch out for those road apples.
Yes The early 70's saw the streaking fad in it's full glory.
Luckily, we decided to stick with the more conventional
Roadrunner moniker.
It was the spring of 1970, my first Quarter at Metro State
College.
Crazy times, with the upstart college hosting it's first early
Urban Mix: kids just out of local high-schools, returning
Vietnam vets and assorted urban hippies, pre-yuppies, working
people, and the rest...indeed, not that different from today's
Roadrunner mix.
I didn't even know where the term "Roadrunner" originated, yet
we truly were earning our nickname...
We had 10 minutes to run between classes, and for some of the
budget-oriented, also move our Vegas and Valiants to new 2
hour parking spots. After all, the lots were an outrageous $3-4
a day!
So, after a long day of running between music classes at the
Cherokee Building (l11th and Cherokee) and the English and
German classes near Colfax and Glenarm. The Music majors had
gathered for our favorite 3.2 beverage, at the Cherokee Bar,
(Today it's a more upscale Cherokee Bar and Grill.)
All of a sudden, one our regulars reappeared from some of those
frequent trips down the hall, (remember 3.2 beer?), IN THE
BUFF-- hey, wrong school bub. At least he was running--in
true Roadrunner style (and thankfully for those doing trendy
things, it was a warm spring!)
Yes, we could really move in those Nike state-of-the-art "waffle"
bottom running shoes...just watch out for those road apples.
Yes The early 70's saw the streaking fad in it's full glory.
Luckily, we decided to stick with the more conventional
Roadrunner moniker.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Joe Megeath, Professor Emeritus
Memory: The Magnetism of Metro
During a summer lunch break in 1969, I trekked down to Metropolitan State College and found Dr. Irvine Forkner, Business Division Chair. The balding, mustachioed man behind the desk had eyes which carried the sparkle of enthusiastic curiosity about the world. After the obligatory pleasantries I summarized my educational degrees and business background with Ford and Gates and explained my interest in teaching a part time class at night.
That was the last time the term ‘part time’ was ever used in that hour-long conversation. He concluded by offering me a full time position and I knew I would accept the offer.
The next day when I dialed Forkner's office. I was told , “Dr. Forkner left yesterday afternoon. He will be back in six weeks.”
On a mere whim I had stumbled into this hard-to-find, stranger's office without an appointment and been offered a life changing job. A feeling of serendipity overwhelmed me.
Metropolitan State College was the love of my working career. I classify myself as a Metroholic.
Joe D. Megeath
Professor Emeritus
During a summer lunch break in 1969, I trekked down to Metropolitan State College and found Dr. Irvine Forkner, Business Division Chair. The balding, mustachioed man behind the desk had eyes which carried the sparkle of enthusiastic curiosity about the world. After the obligatory pleasantries I summarized my educational degrees and business background with Ford and Gates and explained my interest in teaching a part time class at night.
That was the last time the term ‘part time’ was ever used in that hour-long conversation. He concluded by offering me a full time position and I knew I would accept the offer.
The next day when I dialed Forkner's office. I was told , “Dr. Forkner left yesterday afternoon. He will be back in six weeks.”
On a mere whim I had stumbled into this hard-to-find, stranger's office without an appointment and been offered a life changing job. A feeling of serendipity overwhelmed me.
Metropolitan State College was the love of my working career. I classify myself as a Metroholic.
Joe D. Megeath
Professor Emeritus
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