My alma mater, the University of Akron, made front-page news (yes, really) by purchasing four “nap-pods”. The nap-pods provide a calm, dark, relaxing environment so students can relieve stress by napping at three locations around campus. The nap-pods are a cross between a dental chair and a privacy dome, with soft music and soothing messages piped in to enhance the napping experience.
While millennials think this “so Gucci” and “lit”, my
generation surprisingly has a different take. The comments on social media
bemoaned that the soft kids of today even need a safe-space to take a nap. A
few germaphobes also objected to the pods not being sanitary.
My complaint is the pods cost $13,000 each, which for you
math-challenged millennials out there, is $52,000 total. When I posted this
information on the discussion thread, several alums were concerned their
donations to the university paid for the ridiculous contraptions. I quickly
assured them this was not the case. “Excess Covid-relief funds paid for the pods.
So, your donations were not wasted on this, just your tax dollars.”
Seems to me, you could have taken some excess classrooms, bought
some cots, and provided scores of nap stations for much less than $52,000. Now,
you may have to pay for “room monitors”. Setting up “sleep opportunities” on a
campus filled with horny college students does have its drawbacks. Maybe buy some
really flimsy cots and put some type of alarm devise underneath. So, if these
cots collapsed for any unknown “sleeping-related” reason, the room monitor
could be alerted that students were literally “sleeping together”. “All right!
Break it up! And put that thing back in your pants!”
Of course, I will bet you a year’s salary that eventually,
two students will attempt to “rock the pod” so to speak. So, that’s going to be
a problem regardless.
Old-School Alternatives
The “old-timers” pointed out in the thread that “in their day”, students would nap in the library and a place called Summit Lounge. I remember during my days there, students would curl up in the corners of the library using their book bag as a pillow or sleep face down in the carrels. I guess that’s where the rest of the students will continue to nap when all four sleep pods are occupied.
But alas, Summit Lounge is long gone. The large room was
originally built in the 1950’s as part of a new addition to the existing
student center. It was used as an auditorium and stage. When they built a new
student center they connected it to the most recent addition and the room
became “Summit Lounge”. It contained one
and two-person upholstered red chairs, as well as a few round tables for
gathering or studying.
The lighting was dim, and students talked in hushed tones,
so there were always students curling up in the more extended seats to take
naps. Some couples even used the far corners of the room for “making out”,
resulting in the place getting the nickname “Smut Lounge”. And I doubt if those
chairs had been cleaned since the 1950’s, so I guess we didn’t care about the
germs as much as people today. Well, we survived, so I guess the boomers are
tougher in that regard, also.
So them sleep pods are one of those whiz-bang, doo-hickeys
that the older generation just doesn’t understand. And paying $13,000 for a
high-tech cot? It really doesn’t cost anything because it was government money
that always appears magically out of the air.
But One More Thing About Summit Lounge
The offices for the Buchtelite (University of Akron student
newspaper) were also in what was then the old part of the student center,
connected to the east end of Summit Lounge. During the spring of 1977, I was
News Editor and also wrote my Ake’s Pains humor column, so I spent most of my
free time in the Buchtelite office. The nearest restroom and dining were in the
new part of the student center, so I frequently had to cut through the center
of Summit Lounge.
One day in mid-April, I was dashing through Summit Lounge to
the student center when a co-ed seated at a table on the aisle motioned me
over. I had seen her several times before. She worked on the yearbook staff,
and that office was directly across the hall from the newspaper. I would visit
the yearbook office occasionally because several attractive young women were on
that staff. I was interested in all of them, except for the one now calling me
over. “Definitely, not my type – no interest in her at all.”
What followed was one of the strangest conversations of my
life. She invited me to sit down and said she thought we should be a couple and
waited for my response. I had never even spoken to her before, and the request
was outrageous, like something happening on the third-grade playground.
I’m sitting down, so I can’t run away as I would have done
on the schoolyard. But three things influenced my response:
1. I am
not rude, and it would have been rude to reject the offer out of hand.
2. I am
ridiculous, and I like ridiculous. So, I was entertained and amused by the
offer.
3. Her
timing was impeccable. I was so busy that quarter, my social life was
nonexistent. I had no reason or excuse for declining the offer. Except for she
is “not my type,” and I had no interest at all.
“Sure, I’ll be your boyfriend,”
I replied. But with that, I jumped out of the chair and bolted for the door. On
my return, I didn’t cut through Summit Lounge, taking the longer route by going
outside and entering from the back door.
I had not been serious with my
reply, but technically I had just agreed to enter a relationship with someone I
had no interest in. And the most outrageous part is I didn’t even know her
name. Now I will say, I was at least amused and flattered by her request. I was
failing miserably at getting the attention of all of the co-eds that I was
interested in, and here this one wants to date me, and she doesn’t even know
me.
There was no contact between
us for the next week. I skedaddled before phone numbers were exchanged. I
wasn’t necessarily avoiding her, but I thought this was all a joke and would
disappear quickly. But as I cut through Summit Lounge a week later, there she
was, same table, same beckoning, same chair for me.
And she started talking as if
we were an actual couple. I said very little in my highly anxious state. She
suggested we exchange numbers, which I didn’t want to do since I couldn’t
really call her if I wanted to because I still didn’t know her name. But when
she reached into her bag to find her pen, I could lean over and read her name
and address on the class scheduling form on the table. After we traded phone
numbers, I dashed for the door again. Well, I now have a girlfriend, and I know
her name! Sounds like a great title for a country music song.
I can’t remember much about what
happened right after that, but soon she suggested we go on a date. This was a
reasonable request since a couple dating, should indeed go on dates. But I’m
not going to plan something because I’m still not committed to anything. So, of
course, she tells me we are going to a high-school musical because her brother
has a leading role in it.
Now, if you would have told me
I would be attending a high-school musical with this young woman a few weeks
prior, it would have been laughable. But there I was, out on a date, dining
with her before going to her old high school.
The musical is “Guys and
Dolls” and I of course am bored out of my mind. The room is dark and I’m not
paying much attention to what’s happening. But I’m thinking I’m getting through
this evening unscathed. The musical is almost over when they hit the 27th
song out of 30. It is titled “Marry the Man Today”. During this song, she grabs
and squeezes my arm. I look at her, and it is one of those desirous stares a
woman gives when she really wants something. Suddenly, the fun and games were
over. This just got real – much too real. Got too real – really fast.
Oh, no. Oh, HECK no. I didn’t
sign up for any of this nonsense. Implying you want to marry me on the first
date when we basically just met. Way, way, too much. This has got to end now.
Right now.
So, how did this ridiculous,
bizarre relationship end? Well, life and love are funny things, aren’t they?
Sometimes both spin out of your control, and you just have to go where they
lead, no matter if you have other plans. Oh yeah, the woman’s name happens to
be Dawn, and that relationship is on year 44. I tried to break up with her
once, but she wouldn’t let me. And I have very fond memories of Summit Lounge.
Hey, Don! – Did you just say
you “dated” your wife-to-be for a whole week before you knew her name? huh ???????
“Yes, I guess I did – I’m such
a putz ….”
44 years, that's a lot of samdwiches. Don
ReplyDeleteAs I recall, Summit Lounge was two stories high, and The Buchtelite's office was one floor above the Summit Lounge level. In 1974 when I was working for The Buchtelite there was a window right near the entrance to the office that looked out over Summit Lounge. That made for some interesting people watching.
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ReplyDeleteSomehow I guessed this floozy was Dawn as soon as you started. Otherwise it would have been a boring story - which isn’t your MO.
Ake-A-Doo - Not "your Type" ?? Who are you kidding, she had you at hello. Great story. Also - In our day with Akron being a commuter school for the most part, we had fortified, locking, self contained safe spaces with music, heat, cooling available to most every "Zip" - they were called cars. I napped there when ever I had a free moment.
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