On campus, I hardly ever see anyone younger than 17 or older than 50. Everyone I spend time with is with a few years of my age. But last weekend my nine year old sister Claire came to visit me and I got to spend a day seeing the campus as she does.
Claire woke me up on Saturday at 8:30AM. That early in the morning the campus is like a ghost town. We went to the library and didn’t see more than half a dozen people.
While at the library, I showed Claire the cushioned area next to the computer lab. You might not have noticed, but none of the pillows are attached and some of them are more than five meters long. We made a fort out of the pillows big enough that I could climb into it. Claire was ecstatic until she hit her head on the wall.
Afterwards we went ice-skating on the newly frozen Baldspot. I taught Claire how to play broomball, and she loved it. We played for something like two hours before I gave up. Claire fell and hit her head again.
We went swimming for an hour and were scolded for for too much splashing. For dinner we went to ASIA house for Japanese Cooking Night and ate shrimp and pork baozi. I don’t much like shrimp or pork, but the baozi were delicious. Claire and I ate a dozen between the two of us.
We concluded the night with a painfully long game of charades. Claire tried to mimic Aretha Franklin, even though she didn’t know who she is. We went to bed at 11PM, and Claire was awake the next morning at 7:30AM.
Wherever we went on campus, students were welcoming and eager to interact with Claire. At Dacie Moses sunday brunch, two students sat down with her for an hour to make sock puppets. Carleton can be a very serious place, and students really begin to miss the simple pleasure of playing with children.
Claire sees the campus in a different way than I do. I’d seen the pillows in the library many times and thought they were cool, but I never thought, “I should build something out of those.”















