By Mary Jantsch
Class of 2013
Walking back from the gym the other day I took that short stroll from the Rudolf Fitness Center to the beautiful Welch dorms. Wandering through campus, I ran into the seven types of people you will meet at Gonzaga.
First is the downward dog. These are the individuals you find dressed head to toe in lulu lemon, constantly grasping on to their yoga mats while sipping green tea.
Person number 2: Residents of Tent City. They breathe, dream, eat, drink, live and love Gonzaga basketball. These people know exactly how many baskets Steven Gray has scored this year and they can recite Kelly Olynyk’s class schedule.
The whistles on Mulligan Field chirped as an intramural soccer game ended, bringing me to my personal favorite: the Intramural Junkie. Their wardrobe consists solely of championship shirts and they’re on a first name basis with every ref.
Looking left to the library I saw the diligent students working away. These are the ones that actually don’t like sleep and cringe when they hear, “The library will be closing in 30 minutes” at 2 a.m.
Be careful though; often disguised in the library are the Facebook-obsessed. They check the status of their farm every 10 minutes, transform into a Mafia gang member through Mob Wars all while uploading the album “SoPhOmOrE yEaR.”
A guy walked by me next carrying Fischer skis over his shoulders. Ding ding ding: the ski bum. These are the ones who hit the slopes every weekend, are on a first-name basis with the lifties and at every opportunity work the words, “gnar,” “shred,” and “pow,” into their vocabulary.
The final Gonzagan rocks a Chaco tan in the summer and is covered head-to-toe in Patagonia (more affectionately known as Patagucci). Their backpacks are really for hiking and if you bring up fly fishing, they get giddy.
Now don’t get me wrong the individuals of Gonzaga are just that, individuals. No where else have I made a friend from Mexico who dresses like a Jonas Brother or a friend who wears her hair in a topknot to class. The people at Gonzaga are what make it, just as you’ll hear echoing from the walls of the Martin Center, “We are GU.”