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FERRIS MAGAZINE
9
Luke Edington is a senior from Owosso, Mich., in the College of
Engineering Technology’s Plastics Engineering Program and a
member of multiple student organizations.
I swing open a side door to Ewigleben Ice Arena, and the dry air
hits my face. Snowflakes melt on the collar of my coat as I go inside.
The arena is filled with the smell of the icy brine behind the glass and
pretzels warming in the concession stand. As I pass the Dawg Pound,
the Zamboni driver and I exchange a friendly nod. I look at my normal
seat and keep walking; tonight, another student will be cheering on
the Bulldogs and watching them fight from my spot. The time on the
scoreboard is frozen at 60:00, and it’s all tied up — hopefully, that will
change soon. As I round the corner, I re-adjust my gold tie as it cuts
into my neck. I take the stairs two at a time, up to the President’s box,
the best seat in the house.
It’s one of the perks of being in Student Alumni Gold Club: On special
occasions, I get to help out as President Eisler hosts guests at the
game. I catch my breath and pull out the nametags I’m carrying for
those who are invited. I go through the list in my mind as I check each
tag — remembering guests’ faces, occupations, relationships, kids’
names and connections to the university. I sit down and check my
watch: 5:57 p.m. In three minutes, the arena’s 11 rows will begin to fill
with some of college hockey’s greatest fans. This is my Zen garden,
my oasis from my crazy schedule, but it doesn’t last long.
Soon, my mind begins to remind me of everything that needs to
be done: On Monday, I have to go to Student Government for
the homecoming comedian allocation. I have that paper due on
Wednesday for my Plastics class — that can be done Tuesday night.
I’m on duty in Clark Hall then, so I can’t go out anyway. Wednesday
is the Student Alumni Gold Club meeting. That reminds me, Brutus
needs to be at a community event on Thursday, and he doesn’t have
a handler.
Shoot!
— I’m in charge of Brutus. Did he go to Pete’s
Cleaners last week? I hope so, for the sake of the people in the crowd
and their senses of smell. I need to go to the Dean’s Student Advisory
Board meeting on Thursday, too. By Friday, I have to make a meeting
agenda for the Homecoming Committee, and I need to revise the
script for the TV show I do for the Television and Digital Media
Production Program… .
The list goes on, but my train of thought is interrupted as the nice lady
from the concession stand drops off three tubs of fresh, salty popcorn
and a tray of cookies. I find myself migrating to one of the popcorn
tubs, remembering I haven’t eaten yet today. The first few rows of the
Dawg Pound are filled, and members of the Pep Band wander in.
I throw a handful of popcorn in my mouth and begin to think how I got
to be where I am — Mascot Coordinator, Homecoming Overall Chair,
Resident Advisor, SAGC member, Plastics Lab Assistant and College
of Engineering Technology Dean’s Student Advisory Board member.
Then, the thoughts of graduation creep into my mind: Will I stay this
busy after I graduate? Am I still going to be able to give back the way
I’ve given back here? I reassure myself I can. Ferris has given me the
tools to lead, manage my time and interact with people. I will probably
slow down, though, thinking back to my internship the previous
summer, when a 40-hour week seemed like a vacation.
It’s now 30 minutes before the puck drops, and Brutus bursts out
from the far side of the arena. The PA and scoreboard announce the
arrival of the best mascot in college hockey. He runs down the aisle,
only to pause to make sure the referees acknowledge his attendance
by pounding on the glass, inches from their heads. Something about
a seven-foot-tall dog gets even some of the most professional people
to smile. Behind Brutus follows a handler, his arms filled with skates,
gloves and props all packed in a sled. A child runs up to Brutus with
her mother close behind, holding a camera. The girl goes in for a hug
that Brutus happily returns. After a quick picture, I can’t hear what
the mother says, but it is almost always a happy “Thank you” and a
chuckle. From the President’s box, I chuckle, too.
Someone from the press box sneaks a cookie, and I promise not to
tell. Soon, the room begins to fill with guests — some familiar faces
and some new. We talk of my program and my accomplishments. I try
to swing the conversation to the university and all the improvements
across campus, but they always come back to me. We joke about the
Homecoming parade that I was in charge of last year, and how Mother
Nature literally “rained on my parade.” This brings back a memory of
slowly navigating the downtown Big Rapids parade route in an off-
road vehicle, with the rain pouring down. Looking on the side of the
street, I could see my mom, dad, sister and brother-in-law. Wet and
Student Essay: True Colors
By Luke Edington
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