Have you ever had plans to meet someone and got there really early. Not like 10 or 30 minutes early, but an hour or two. Does not matter why, maybe you got the time wrong, or vastly over estimated how long it would take to get there. What would you do while you waited? Would you get a snack, try and find something to read, sit around aimlessly? Me, I like to walk around wherever I am. Maybe it is a big building with a lot of corridors. Perhaps it is a school ground with some forest paths. Regardless, it is time for an unplanned constitutional. Maybe I go left, maybe I go right. Perhaps I take this path, perhaps I take the other. I will not quote Frost at you, but you get the idea. Sometimes I see people, sometimes I do not, depends where I am. Not the point of the exercise. I am just burning time waiting. And yet, something else is at play here. The walk is time limited. You have an end time at which your wanderings must stop. What if that were not true, what if you just kept walking and saw everything you could? What would change? Maybe you would see something unexpected or maybe, low odds that it might be, you would change? This is a little story of how little things changed me.

Back in University (sometimes it is fun to be pretentious) a few days before my first undergraduate class there was a club fair. A kind of menagerie where people convince you to join their clique. The school had a pretty clever play of only serving lunch that day next to the club fair. So I found myself eating some Aramark 'food' and poking around the tables. Nothing much of interest to me. I got hit up to join the Society of Black Engineers. Which got the academic intent right, but maybe missed some other clues. We live in a color blind society though so I cannot fault them. Things were pretty much a dud so I started to work my way back to my dorm. Oddly though, while I was making my exit, I spotted a friend from high school poking around a club table. This was surprising for two reasons:

1. This friend was a year older than I, yet remembered me.

2. I had no idea he went to this school.

It was a pleasant surprise, serendipitous for those of you studying for University Challenge. There was some minor talking had. It was a hot day. He was actually there to promote a club, The Society of Physics Students (presumably all college clubs are societies). Not that he was a major player in the organization. I suspect, like me, he was there for lunch and wanted to eat near some people he knew. Regardless, it was fun, speaking of things past and present. The club was running some simple experiments, playing with a spinning wheel to show angular momentum, physic things. They gave me the first meeting date, whatever, I did not really care.

A week goes by, turns out I do care. New school, new Paul. One of those points turned out to be true. So I am looking for the room, a little before the meeting time, and the thing about Umass Lowell is they named these two building next to each other Olsen and Olney. Incredibly easy to get missed up. So, expectedly, I go to the wrong room first. The tip off was it was an office, and the second clue was it was empty. I go to the other building and try the same room number over there. I give the door a tentative push, it is locked, key card reader outside. How could it be this room? Why would it be locked? At least the other one was open. So that was an anticlimax, but I know know the building names a little better. I am walking away with my back to the door when it opens which I was not expecting to happen.

"You looking for SPS?"



That is not the exact conversation, but it is the intent. I became an SPS member a handful of minutes later even though I was not studying physics nor taking a physics class. Then I made some new friends who would be one of the few constants for my next four years. The name of the club was SPS, but it was more of a social than academic organization. Very useful to know people who were more experienced than I in many fields. They kept me in the loop for things to do and kept me sane. I remember the dinners we would have. Hour long affairs, people coming and going. Leaving far after closing time. I never ate and talked so much in a cafeteria before. Six years on the contact has lessened with distance, but we still drop notes on occasion.

Now consider one point in this story. The locked door. What if I had not pushed it? No one would have know I was there, I would not have been in SPS, and my life would be lesser for it. Now how often does that 'what if' happen? I got lucky this time, but I am sure I missed the connection more often than not.

Just got to keep walking I guess.