Wednesday, August 01, 2012
Will the Last Person to Leave Jordanhill Please Turn Out the Lights?
Entry for 1 August:
Yesterday I rode my bicycle over to the Jordanhill campus of the University of Strathclyde on its last day before being locked down. It was a lovely, sunny day, a break from the constant cloud and rain we’ve been having. I couldn’t access the bike racks behind the Wood Building because the moving trucks were blocking the way, so I chained my bike to a lamppost in front of the Stow Building.
Brian, Diane and I had spent the past week packing up my office and the Research Clinic, throwing out lots of stuff and organising for the move. There was no sign of the movers in the Research Clinic so I went over to the third floor of the Wood Building, where they’d already cleared most of my colleagues’ offices.
I went back to the Research Clinic, where I hung around for most of the day waiting for the movers to show up to move my stuff, having a meeting or two, doing email, and catching up on MSc course admissions. When I helped a colleague carry stuff out to her car, I got locked out of the building and had to wander around for 15 minutes until I found an unlocked entrance. Some estates management guys came by the Research Clinic checking the radiators to make sure they were in working order in preparation for the building being closed up. “What a waste!”, they said, shaking their heads. They said it had to be kept heated, because it was a listed building, but they had no idea what the University intended to do with it.
Finally, about 4pm the movers came upstairs to say that they could only take our computers today; they would have to come back in the morning to get our data, my books and files, and the Research Clinic furniture. I had to give up my plan to see my things safely packed up and carted off. When I headed out about 4:15 I seemed to be the last remaining academic staff member to leave Jordanhill; however, I suspect that a few others might have come back later to look around nostalgically.
I was never as sentimental about Jordanhill as the folks who’d been there for 30 years, but for me it’s been a great six years: We’ve done some wonderful training here, collected a lot of important data, in our time fought our battles big and small, and shed more than a few tears along the way.
As I cut through the Frances Tombs Hall one last time, the light over the stage was still on, as it had been for days. I hope someone turned the lights off after I left!