They've been running a documentary on the making of Animal House on the bio channel.
I was going to the U of O when they were filming this.
I walked by the cafeteria one day and there was a crowd in front of the windows, so I wandered over. They a makeup chair in the corner, and John Belushi was sitting in it.
He looked bored out of his gourd.
At least that's my memory of it; why they would set the chair facing outward, I have no idea.
I also stumbled across the big fake statue, covered in a tarp, on one of my midnight wanderings.
That's my anecdote.
Because my college experience was about as far from Animal House as it could get.
My going to college, and the break in-between, and my lingering in the student ghetto afterwards -- coincided with my decade of depression. I was pretty much alone, a wraith, around the time of Animal House. My dorm buddies had all moved on, and I was still finishing up with some last minute courses.
I don't have warm and fuzzies for the U. of O. even though it wasn't their fault. Just wasn't a good decade for me.
A year or two later, I quit my gas station job (I had my degree, but was working in a gas station) went to my little one room quad, wrote my books Star Axe and Snowcastles and Icetowers, moved back to Bend, met Linda, bought the store...and that decade has receded into the far past.
These days, I tend to only remember it when I'm reminded.
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