I was a "Stephens Susie." Stephens is an all girls college in Columbia, MO. I don't really feel worthy of the title "Susie" since I only lasted one year and it wasn't a stellar year.
How'd I get there? Well when it came time to think about college I realized I wasn't really interested in anything. Back in the dark ages, women were either teachers, secretaries or nurses. None of those careers appealed to me. I only applied to two colleges - Central MI University and Stephens.
If I'm remembering correctly (and I've already made it clear that my memory isn't very sharp), CMU declined my offer to attend. I know! Can you believe it? Did I mention I didn't exactly shine when it came to grades in high school? No? Well, let's just say I was never a candidate for the honor roll. I did have a good time, though.
So, how'd I end up at Stephens? First of all, it was not a "finishing school" like my friend, Tom Richmond, likes to tease me about. He drags out the tired old line, "Yeah, Ellen, went to a finishing school and didn't stay long enough to get finished." hahaha - not! He says that with his best Texas twang. Still not funny.
Oh, I digress. How I got to Stephens: first of all, I'd never heard of it until I met this really cool girl who had been there. She lived at Lake Doster. That should have been my first clue but I was 16 or 17 - what the hell did I know.
So after CMU sent me the big "no thanks" letter (their loss) I applied to Stephens. They sent a representative to our house! For a face-to-face interview! Another clue I overlooked.
We used to laugh about the "driveway test." We truly believed that if your driveway was long enough, you got in. In our tiny teenage minds we equated a long driveway with wealth. Apparently ours made it by a few inches.
I could go on and on about my performance at Stephens (nope, no honor roll) and the classes I took (dance, flower arranging and another that had something to do with reading newspapers everyday which - I didn't) but I just realized that wouldn't exactly put me in the best light so let's bring this puppy home, eh?
The plus to my one year at Stephens is that I met my husband when his all-boys school invited us to a "mixer." I'm also still in touch with 2 friends; one being my former roommate.
So, am I sorry I went to Stephens? Absolutely not. It's been the fodder for many good stories and today's blog entry so I'm calling that year a win/win.