As I’ve mentioned many times before, I am a proud graduate of Boston University. (America East Champs. GO BU!)
That degree has provided me with a lot over the years. First and foremost, it grants me the right to have this conversation, over and over again:
“So, you went to BC?”
“No, I went to BU.”
Then I get to watch as the person’s face gets all contorted as they try to figure out if they’ve ever heard of BU before and if that’s the place from the Doug Flutie game.
But, as a BU graduate, I am also a proud recipient of Bostonia Magazine, the school’s quarterly alumni publication. Every three months, a periodical arrives in my mailbox, chock full of articles that no one in their right mind would ever be interested in reading. Quickly, I learned to skip right to the back and check the only sections that matter, “Class Notes” and “In Memoriam.”
You might think it’s creepy that I immediately check to see who has died, but it’s really the only quantifiable way to determine who I’m doing better than in life. The class notes sure aren’t doing the trick. Here’s an example from the current issue:
Kathy Ehrich Dowd (COM’00) and Mark Dowd (COM’00) of Maplewood, N.J., announce the birth of their first child, Jack William Dowd, on April 1, 2010. “Jack is a master communicator already, as he is quite skilled at making sure his parents do exactly what he wants,” Kathy writes. Kathy is a pop culture and human interest freelance writer for several national publications, and Mark is a marketing and communications manager for Instinet, a brokerage firm in New York City. Kathy and Mark were married in 2004 at BU’s Marsh Chapel.
I’m always struck by two things when I read these things. First, how is it possible that I’ve never read a single note about someone I know? BU is a huge school, but it’s broken up into several smaller colleges. My graduating class in the college of communications was probably a few hundred people. I knew a lot of them and was friends with quite a few. Yet, somehow in the past 10 years, I have yet to read a familiar name in any of these notes. My friends have accomplished quite a bit in that time. Why have none of them been featured?
You may notice I just said “My friends have accomplished a lot.” That segues nicely into the other thing I’ve noticed about these class notes. I’m not getting in anytime soon. I’m not getting married. I’m not having kids. I’m not publishing a book about my work with orphans in the Ozark mountains. And that’s not fair. Luckily, I have a website of my own and I can publish class notes too.
Justin (COM ’00) announces the reception of a number of compliments. On March 9th, he paired a green tie with a matching hooded sweatshirt. A number of the ladies at work commented on the outfit, which Justin believes toes the line perfectly between business and casual.
Justin (COM’00) admits he likes the Madonna song, “Borderline.” It came on during a recent visit to one of the those stores in New York that’s like a pharmacy, except it doesn’t have a pharmacy desk. You know the places I’m talking about. They usually have the word “discount” in their names and have a huge supply of hairdriers for sale. Anyway, Justin was in there buying toothpaste and the song came on. He heard the opening few bars and realized they make him happy.
Justin (COM ’00) finished 2nd in a recent Trivia Night at some random bar in Harvard Square. He got tripped up by the final question, whose answer was NOT Jefferson Davis. He celebrated by ordering a cheeseburger then taking a massive dump in the bar’s men’s room before the food came. He was joined by John from 200 Miles From The Citi (COM ’00,) Dave From Brighton (COM ’00,) The commentor known as Scott Salley (COM ’00) and Mrs. Dave From Brighton (CAS ’02) also took part. (In the trivia and the cheeseburgers. Not the dumping. That was all Justin.)
There. I feel better.
Sports Illustrated: March 14th, 2011

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