In 139 days, I'll be back on campus at my alma-mater at an extra special homecoming as Lebanon Valley College continues celebrating its 150th birthday. In honor of that countdown, here's memory #139: the sprite bottle that almost sent me to the hospital.
So yes, I still have a (glass!) bottle from the fall of 1989 in the corner of my memento cabinet that I got when my grandmother passed away. And yes, I have a whole shelf of mementos (and yes, maybe something memorializing the time I spent with *you* might just be on it). Also yes, it looks like I have to dust the items on that shelf.
The story? We were sitting in Dr. Kearney's English class freshperson year (see memory 143), and I was passing the time on a long lecture day playing with the bottle of the soda I had emptied in class. Like the child I practically was, I slipped a finger in the opening ... and it got stuck. As I recall, I was able to keep my panic to just myself and the few people next to me (Stacy G was one I believe), and after class, I had to walk back to my dorm room with it still inside. Luckily, before I could figure out how to get to the hospital on my ten speed, my digit finally slipped out. So I kept the bottle. For decades. Because I'm "special" like that. And also because no one's committed me yet.
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