Night on the Hill
When I found a yellow piece of paper underneath my door advertizing Night on the Hill, I thought little of it. Having not participated in Night on the Hill before, I had no idea what it was and chucked the piece of paper without a second thought. It wasn’t untill I was encouraged by a friend to sign up and was bombarded with reminders that I finally put my name down. After that, I thought nothing more of it.
Night on the Hill, for those of you who don’t know, is an event curated by the admissions team at OBU. During the event, high school seniors will spend a night on Bison hill (hence, Night on the Hill), staying with students in the dorms who elect to host a senior. The following day they have the chance to observe OBU’s classrooms by visiting several classes and get a feel for what OBU has to offer.
Although I was initially hesitant to invite a stranger into my room, I am thankful for my friends and the posters that assaulted me with reminders to do it.
During Night on the Hill, my guest reminded me how blessed I am to attend OBU. A senior from southeast Oklahoma, my guest for the night came bursting with excitement to attend OBU next fall. He was set on coming to OBU; there weren’t any other schools on his radar. OBU, for him, was already his college, and he couldn’t wait to come here officially and begin life on Bison hill. His infectious excitement spoke volumes about the privilege I so often take for granted: attending OBU. How many high school students look ahead toward college and fret about which school is “the right one” and how on earth they will manage to afford the cost of university? More tellingly, how often had I worried about those same questions last year? Remarkably, in the past few months I had forgotten how much God has provided for me by giving me the chance to attend this school, to study under such great faculty, and to live with such solid friends. My new friend’s outside perspective was a gust of fresh wind that reminded me about OBU’s blessings.
In addition to being a powerful reminder of God’s provision, Night on the Hill was a fun night of breaking out of life’s molds. College life is much like high school life which is much like middle school life: it is full of ruts, rhythms, and routines we get stuck in. Not to say that routine is bad or pattern is horrible, but routines can hurt when they dominate life. I easily slip into a rigid pattern of waking up, going to classes, finishing up my work, and getting to bed (with a few meals, laughs, games, and friends sprinkled throughout the day).
Once-in-awhile opportunities like Night on the Hill give a welcome chance to escape routine and enjoy life outside of routine. During the event, I hosted someone I had never met before, played basketball, watched co-rec flag football, and chatted about growing up in Southeast Oklahoma–something I’ll never understand. If I had the night to myself, would it have looked different? Certainly. I probably wouldn’t have watched co-rec flag football. I probably wouldn’t have met anyone new. I probably wouldn’t have learned anything about Southeast Oklahoma. But the beauty of the night was ignoring everything that I would have done and embracing things I would not have done myself. It was a wonderful experience, and I look forward to opportunities like these in the future.