Moore and Sanford
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The older I get, the more compelling history becomes to me. As constant as change in life is, I’m a firm believer that somethings should never change. The White House should be the residence of every United States President ever. The Rockefeller Center should be a place to celebrate winter holidays until the end of time. The Dallas Cowboys (as much as I don’t like them) should play on every Thanksgiving as they have been for the past who knows how long. Every community has it’s staples whether it be stores, restaurants, places or things that become synonymous with their existence. Simply put, this is tradition and this is history.
A week ago, I got news they are demolishing two freshman dorms at UNCC, including one I lived in back during the fall of 2011 to the spring of 2012. Good ole Moore and Sanford. Room 701 in Moore was where the 18-year-old me was focused on living life rather than worrying it all away. Damn, how much life has changed since then. You know, if you give yourself the ability to, you can and will end up missing who you once were in this lifetime. Wild how sometimes we can learn more from our younger selves than we can from who we think we can be. Room 701 in Moore Hall had a profound impact on me. I experienced more life in one year there than I had in these past few years. The innocence of my dreams and aspirations will forever be associated with Moore Hall. Some of the best times of my life were experienced there, as I’m sure the same can be said with thousands of other residents.
It’s a shame they’re demolishing Moore after the Fall 2018 semester. The irony in this is, is that Moore Hall will have housed fellow 49ers for 49 years upon demolition. All the money funneling into Charlotte from current students, generous donors, and alumni, and they can’t afford to keep Moore and Sanford Hall up. It’s like when they took down the famous Belk Tower 3 years ago. Staples of the University need to upgrade with the times, but isn’t it a burden to demolish, plan and rebuild something new, rather than to revise something of such value to current students and alumni?
The great Clair Huxtable once said while revisiting her college dorm, Gilbert Hall, and I quote:
“Every time I come back here, it’s like coming home. Nothing, nothing’s changed, even the wallpapers the same.”
I wish I could relate and identify with her in some regard, but life as we know it isn’t a movie or a television series. In fact, most times life isn’t scripted in our favor.
Moore Hall, I’ll always love you for the times you gave me, and you can be sure I’ll miss the hell out of you.
“Oh Gilbert Hall…every time I come back here, it’s like coming home. Nothing, nothing’s changed, even the wallpapers the same.”