This is how I end a lot of stories about my time at SIL, partly jokingly. Being without a vehicle on an empty campus in the middle of nowhere certainly leads to a lot of creative methods of having fun. I’d like to share with you some of the things I did outside of class this summer to show you how SIL students aren’t afraid to think outside of the box and that even nerds have a high capacity for creative slacking.
Yes, you heard right. Every night at 9:15pm, anywhere from 5-30 people would drop what they were doing, come to the lounge on my floor, drop to the floor, and give it their all for the entirety of an inspirational song. Eye of the Tiger, Final Countdown, Chariots of Fire, and other classics boomed through the hall, interrupting the homework of many, while our unofficial club pumped our pectorals and crunched our numbers. My friend Janelle, I believe, was the one to start the push-up club, or at least to make it into what it soon became. We started adding our numbers together and came up with group goals. She’d shout, “Everyone do FIVE MORE and we’ll make it to a thousand tonight!” Lessons learned: physical activity is good for the brain, team goals enhance community bonds, and it’s all in the music.
On Thursday nights, Graham and Sarah (the cutest, young, hip, married, linguist couple) started a poetry reading club. People would come with books, computers, or smart phones and sit in a circle and read our favorite poems. Silly ones and serious ones, and even some of our own work. Eventually, this night morphed into a poetry writing session as well. We were all dying for a creative outlet and as linguists we delight in the power of words. So once again, someone would set a soundtrack, (this time something a bit more soothing), and for the length of the song, we would write. To switch things up a bit, we took on the challenge of writing a poem to fit a poem title written by someone else. My friend Doug wrote about our process, compiled our poems, and published the work, titled Poems from a Bucket, so you can read all about it for yourself (and you can read our poems!). Check it out.
Swing Dance Club
My friend Becca and I actually started this one ourselves. On Saturdays we taught some basic Swing and danced for about an hour. I had the privilege of dancing with the program director, Dr. Bickford, and had the amazing experience of dancing with a girl named Shay. She’s deaf and she’s from Burma. So she speaks Myanmar Sign Language and I had previously had no real interaction with her other than a smile on the elevator. Several SIL students and faculty know some ASL and a handful were also learning Myanmar Sign from her, but I was at a total loss. But the one thing we had in common was the love of dance. I had to come up with ways to explain things visually, which was challenging but so exciting. And it sure helped that Swing is a partner dance, because she was able to feel the unique rhythm of Swing without being able to hear the 3/3 time of the music—and she had a better sense of rhythm than a lot of hearing people I’ve tried to dance with before. Shay also taught me some Burmese traditional dances and it just so cool being able to connect and share our cultures and have fun without being able to speak each other’s languages.
As a non-competitive, non-athletic individual, I did not take part in this particular activity, but I did sit on the sidelines and cheer on my friends, enjoying the golden hour outdoors and the company of the other spectators. All ages played in this very serious but very friendly competition of seven teams (they were named after the seven dwarves) with a game or two almost every night of the week.
There were three of these throughout the summer. The first was hosted by returning students, the second by first year students, and the third by the staff and faculty. When our turn to host came around, I was right in my element. We put together a team of organizers and actors and writers and stage hands and techies and basically put on a full production in the form of an awards show. The full recording is below, but as a warning, it’s full of linguistics references and SIL inside jokes, so while it will give you a good idea of the night and a taste of the community, you won’t think it’s funny.
To keep the cost of the program low, every student is assigned to some sort of job helping out with childcare, cleaning the building, security, etc. I cleaned the childcare area with the same team of people every night of the week and it was a great excuse to take a break from intellectual work and bond with people.
Campus and Downtown
The campus of UND is big and beautiful and there are plenty of places to study and hang and get coffee; there’s a playground and a park. We had a program cook-out with food and games. Grand Forks is on the river-border to Minnesota. On the fourth of July we sat by the river and watched fireworks and on my friend’s 21st birthday, we put together a scavenger hunt with stations and clues both on campus and downtown Grand Forks. One weekend, three of my girl friends made the three-hour drive to Winnipeg, Manitoba in Canada and enjoyed a farmer’s market, thai food, and the incredible friendliness of Canadians. Grand forks also has farmer’s markets on Saturdays, good pizza, and cute coffee-shops.
…And when there’s nothing else to do, you can always run outside in the rain, go for a joy ride on the long, straight, empty roads, write letters or make phone calls, take a nap in a hammock, go out gazing at shooting stars and Northern lights, or you know, watch Netflix.