In the first Senior Wisdom of the day we bring you the wonderful James Bennett II, star of Columbia’s Harlem Shake, Sensual Sundays, the International Butler Anthem, WKCR jazz shows, your dreams, and so on and so forth…
Name, Hometown, School: James A. Bennett, II; Baltimore, MD (the original Bay Area- Chesapeake what up); Columbia College
Claim to fame? I just see myself as a cynically unabashed dude who’s been known to fall down, read some shit out loud, put the needle to the groove in order to give you some aural stimulation at WKCR, and rap from time to time. Who knows, maybe I made you laugh once or twice. Back home, I’m just that kid from a kind of alright- turned-hnnnggg neighborhood who in no way was supposed to make it Columbia, but who wound up doing so anyway, because determination.
Where are you going? Word on the street is that I’ll be splitting time between New York and D.C., but mostly New York, and most definitely around.
3 things you learned at Columbia: Three things, eh?
Back in my day… things were cool, and all we needed was bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp.
Oh, and Ferris was a luxury; 40s were $3 flat; Crack Del; Wien was hands down the grimiest of dormitories; the sky was blue; Thursday nights at JJ’s were wild; there was no wifi in John Jay (for better or for worse); the grass was green; all the cool kids hung out behind SIPA; NoCo security was terrible in its infant semesters, and roof access was dumb easy; Jurassic Park was still cool; and I studied in Uris whenever I damn well pleased.
Justify your existence in 30 words or fewer: Chivalry isn’t dead yet. But chivalry dies when I do.
Write a CU Admirers post to anyone or anything at Columbia: I saw your face, and wow.
Would you rather give up oral sex or cheese? I was always taught to recognize the talents of your own and respect those of others. That said, I’ve never heard, given, or received praise for eating cheese. Open and shut case, Johnson.
One thing to do before graduating: Experience sunrise from the Staten Island Ferry. Go alone. Heading back to Manhattan with just your thoughts, the water, and the rising sun is an indescribable feeling. Comes with the side effect of explaining to all your buddies why you were even alone in Staten Island that late in the first place.
Any regrets? Didn’t devote enough time to mastering time. I don’t mean time management, I mean hopping in the DeLorean and exploring what would have happened if I had said this then or done that now or eaten this or drank that or slept these hours and not those hours. Until then, I gotta deal with the time machine that never was. Life is linear, and all your disappointing moments are behind you, but hopefully you’ve crafted enough good memories to carry you all the way. And I have. I love you all, madly.
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