University of Georgia – Anthony Sadler

Changes

I suppose everybody lives several lives. For me, I change on a semi-annual basis. The cycle began when I was a boy. Since then I’ve wanted to be many things. After watching Michael Jackson perform, I wanted to be a singer. I watched Hee-Haw every night whilst playing my Little Tykes drum kit, dreaming of myContinue reading “Changes”

Goodbye Athens, Hello Somewhere Else?

Rejection. No matter what people say, no matter the compliments, the WTF’s, the tears, outrage, and sorrow, not getting accepted to my first-choice graduate program felt like rejection. I found out late last week that U.G.A. declined my application–a throat punch. My wife and I love Athens more than we can love another place. TheContinue reading “Goodbye Athens, Hello Somewhere Else?”

Toombs: Athens’ Original Student Scoundrel

At UGA, traditions give purpose to succeeding generations of rebellious young students. One legend established more traditions of irascibility than any other student who ever attended the university. The honoree was Robert Toombs. According to the official watered down campus tour, on graduation day in 1828, Toombs, a fiery, boisterous young man, stood under aContinue reading “Toombs: Athens’ Original Student Scoundrel”

“We Want Fred!:” UGA’s Reaction to Kent State, 1970

May 6, 1970- Shattered glass flew into Park Hall from several windows. Outside, a few thousand students and citizens demanded attention from U.G.A.’s president Fred Davison. When he sent anybody he could convince to face the angry crowd in his stead, they violently broke into the academic building. Four thousand voices rose into the coolContinue reading ““We Want Fred!:” UGA’s Reaction to Kent State, 1970″

In Floating Fragments: The Great Freshet of 1840

Monday, May 25, 1840– The turbid waters of the Oconee swelled. The artery of a nascent Athens community revolted. The rains began that afternoon and created an injurious effect: the Greatest Natural Disaster in Athens’s History. For days it rained relentlessly. Banks gave way in the Oconee and Savannah watersheds. Milledgeville (then the state capital), Augusta,Continue reading “In Floating Fragments: The Great Freshet of 1840”

History is Complicated

I shivered more than ever before. Clutching a drenched sleeping bag. Lying in soggy clothes, next to three trembling men. The wind howled like a locomotive, swirled around our tent, and pounded on the vinyl walls. I drifted through several states, none of which were sleep. It was last October. I was a junior atContinue reading “History is Complicated”

Mistakes

Sometimes mistakes lead to a change in the route home. Sometimes you pass on foot what you intended to drive by. As a person who cherishes routine and the expected, these times can be hopelessly frustrating. However, such a time happened to me while heading home last Thursday. I have a five minute window ofContinue reading “Mistakes”