Era of Glocker Tribute
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Class Year: BS 1980, MBA 1990; Major: Industrial Management; Degree: BS, MBA
Story: In the spring of 1979, I could see the light at the end of the tunnel and was taking an overload to try to finish up in the next year. I had breezed through financial accounting but struggled with cost accounting (under Imogene Posey) that quarter. During finals week, I had 3 finals on the same day as my cost accounting finals. I put my best efforts into preparing for the other 2 finals and ended up giving cost accounting only a few hours of preparation, in the wee hours of the morning as I recall. It was a beautiful day and I had already taken 2 finals when it was time to head to Glocker for my cost accounting final. I got to Glocker, walked through the front doors, turned right to my classroom, and decided that it was just too nice a day to ruin it by doing badly on my final, so I turned around, walked back out the front door, took a seat on the wall/bench out front, lit a cigarette, and watched people come and go for the next hour. I took cost accounting again in the fall, again under Imogene Posey, and managed to pull out a C. I spent a lot of time in Glocker and am thankful for all I learned there, but my most memorable moments were spent relaxing and soaking up the sunshine outside the building when I should have been sweating it out inside.
Class Year: 2002, Major: Broadcasting, Degree: B.S. Communications
Story: I had math 119 in Glocker fall semester of my freshman year. That same semester,I met a guy in my astronomy class during the first week of school. Little did I know that he was in my math class as well. He always sat in the front and I in the back with some other people I knew. One day he came and sat down next to me in the back of the room. I told him sitting in the back of the room was going to change his way of thinking. Not only did it do that, it changed his life. Today, we've been married for 3 years and have a 4 month old baby boy.
Class Year: 1964 & 1966, Major: Indust. Mgnt.- Law, Degree: BS-JD
I transferred from Engineering to Glocker. Thought I had died and gone to heaven. It was a short walk from south 17th street; no climbing "the hill". There was a whole different culture at "the country club" until Dr. Patrick (and others) came after me. I will always be grateful to the UT College of Business for the wonderful education I got there. You really do not realize until you begin to compete what a great school UTK is.
Class Year: 1995, Major: Bus Admin, Degree: BS
I will always remember the lovely magnolia trees in the front of Glocker. Unfortunately, they were badly damaged by the blizzard of 1993 when UTK received about 14 inches of heavy wet snow. I hope that the new Glocker landscaping will include trees native to Tennessee like the Magnolia. Go Vols!
Mark S. Weiler
Just prior to the start of the school year in 1981 or 1982, I suffered a significant flag football injury while practicing for my fraternity team. I broke by nose and suffered a concussion. I missed the first three days of school. When I returned to school, my first class of the day was in Glocker. I had two huge swollen black eyes, bloodshot eyes, and a busted nose that had been reset. It was not a pretty sight. I wore big mirrored sunglasses in an effort to try to hide the damage.
I was late for my first class. I entered the class room and took off my sunglasses. The room was full. I had to make my way to an empty seat in the back. Everyone was looking at me. I sat down and started listening to the teacher. I soon realized that I was in the wrong class. Much to my embarrassment, I had to get up and leave and go to a class room down the hall. Thus, I interrupted two classes that morning, looking like Rocky Balboa after battling Apollo Creed.
I retired from flag football and helped coached a sorority team. One of the girls on the team thought I took the game too serious because she said I wore that dark polish under my eyes. Of course, the dark polish was the bruising I had to deal with for almost the entire fall quarter.
Class Year: 1967 Major: Accounting Degree: B.S.
Story: In 1964, I was working in a bank in Indiana as a computer programmer and learned about the University of Tennessee from a UT catalog in the local library. My decision to attend UT and what I learned there as a student has enabled me to enjoy a very successful career and satisfying quality of life. I always will hold Glocker in a special place in my heart, since much of my education and learning success took place in that great old building. Continuing to attend football games, I have enjoyed watching the transformation of the new Glocker take place
Class Year: 1988 Major: Finance Degree: BSBA
Story: I was taking a 3000 level stats class in Glocker during June of 1987 when I met my future bride, Rose Michel Gardner. She was a GTA and was finishing up her master's in statistics. We got married the following year on August 13, 1988 and have been married ever since. We now live in Conroe, Texas.
Class Year: 2001 Major: Economics Degree: B.A.
Story: I can remember entering into a Glocker classroom of my international economics class. I walked to a desk positioned against the wall which stood parallel to the hallway. Upon sitting down, to my surprise, small pieces of plaster landed on me and my desk. Thank God for the Glocker renovation. It is an exciting time for UT!
Class Year: 2006 Major: Education Degree: Masters
Story: My story is simple, sweet, and memorable. I met my wonderful husband in a stats class we had together in Glocker. He moved his seat to right next to mine by the end of the first week of class. By the end of the semester w,e were engaged.
Louise McMurray Young
Class Year: 1982
Story: I remember my first spring as a freshman. I had finally taken home my winter sweaters, freeing up valuable drawer space in those tiny built-in dorm dressers. The tulip poplars and daffodils were in full and glorious bloom. A spring cold snap came and with it a surprise snowfall. I was freezing without my winter clothes! But I remember walking to class at Glocker the next day, which was sunny, seeing the white snow on the pink tulip poplars and yellow daffodil blossoms out front, thinking how pretty it was next to the old brick. Needless to say, I ducked inside and warmed up quite well in the overheated classrooms.
Joseph T. Wyrick
Class Year: 1976
Story: This story is told by my very good friend, Valerie Groseclose Duncan, about the two of us in class together: Dr. Woodruff was returning marketing tests we had taken earlier. My friend, Joe, who always made A s was gloating over the 100 he had received on the test. He and I had a fierce though good-natured rivalry in class. He was certain that, as on previous tests, he had earned a higher score than me. I said, "Joe Wyrick, just once before we graduate, I am going to beat you on a test!" Overhearing my comment, Dr. Woodruff began to laugh. In the end out of the entire class there were two perfect scores on that test - Joe's and Valerie's! Footnote: I did make a lot of A s but so did Valerie.
Belinda D. Carter
Class Year: 1973
Story: Glocker Computer Lab - Circa 1971. The hallway outside the lab had trash cans overflowing with discarded greenbar paper and punch cards. Yes, we "wrote" our programs, used key-punch machines, and turned them in to be run overnight. Ever hopeful, we arrived the next day to pick up our programs Alas, more often than not, the result was "did not execute." I joined many of my fellow students in reviewing the discards of our classmates. You often could find at least one line of code that worked better than one you had been using. The process has changed, but I would guess that current students are getting their own version of "it does not compute!"
Class Year: 1983
Story: It was my first day of classes as a freshman, and I had a class in Stockley Management Center room G2. Not being too familiar with the building codes, I suppose I ignored the SMC part and looked up what building “G” was. Well, “G” is for Glocker. As the start time of my class was approaching, I was looking for room “2” in Glocker. As I entered Glocker from the Volunteer Boulevard side, I saw room numbers were in the hundreds. I assumed my classroom was one floor below. As I wandered the next level down, I could not find any single-digit room numbers, or if I did, I could not find a “2.” I conjectured that my classroom must be on the next floor down. I found a door that looked like it might be a stairwell. It was, but it lead into the scariest basement I had ever seen. I thought, “This can’t be where room “2” is!” I pulled my class schedule and campus map back out, and I decided that the SMC part might mean something. After wandering around Stokely Management Center for some time (Luckily, it was close by), someone must have seen my lost look, directed me to a door with no room number on it, and told me this was G2. Up until the last semester of occupation in the old Glocker building, new students could be seen wandering the halls of Glocker on the first day of classes looking for room “2”, as I did 27 years earlier. I would lend these poor souls a hand and direct them to SMC G2, as someone did before me. The door in Glocker that lead to the scary basement was locked long ago,and a sign was placed on it that says “NO EXIT,” probably because of the many freshmen wandering down there looking for room “2.” I’m sure that when the new Glocker is finished, the tradition will continue, and I will redirect these new students to SMC G2 and think of that scary basement I wandered into in 1978.
W. Kirk Taylor, CFP
Class Year: 1988
Story: I was in Glocker sitting in my real estate finance class (I think Dr. Goolsby was the professor.), when my professor walked in and announced that the stock market was down over 500 points. I was shocked but could not truly appreciate the magnitude of the event. Upon graduating seven months later, I went to work as a financial advisor, eventually earning my Certified Financial Planner's designation. I like to tell clients that I remember where I was sitting when I heard the news. I will never forget that day!
Class Year: 1966
Story: On November 22, 1963, I heard about President Kennedy being shot while I was having lunch at the Student Center. Shortly thereafter, I was in a journalism class in the lower level of Glocker. Across the hall from the classroom was a teletype machine behind a glass window, and when it announced the death of the President, the alarm bell on the machine rang continuously.I can still remember that sound as if it happened yesterday!
William M. (Bill) Hewgley, Jr.
Class Year: 1973
Story: The early 1970s was probably the most unique time in UT's history. The age of college innocence and set career paths had just ended; Vietnam was raging; radicals, Hare Khrisnas, hippies, and protest signs marked every lightpole, doorway, and event held, including Billy Graham's Nixon rally/sermon at Neyland Stadium. There were streakers and couples caught by our diligent security forces making love on top of Taurus the Bull in the fountain. It was peace, love, and general uselessness across the street in the liberal arts camp. I was married, holding a full-time job, and paying my own way. Many were returning veterans who definitely had become tough-thinking men. We older students would always gather outside the front door between classes for fresh air, a smoke, a laugh, or, particularly in the spring, to enjoy the view...what a view it was with the new invention of the tube top! The hippies would slump across from McClung past the library, occasionally flashing both good and bad hand signals to us capitalist pigs. On one bright spring day in 1973, there was a beautiful girl lying on her stomach reading a book on the bank across the street at the base of the library building. She was clad in one of those long, flowing peasant dresses and had a few flowers braided into her hair. We were all watching her closely as a "Jim Croce" hippie dude scuffed toward her with his dirty bare feet, worn bell-bottom denims and tie-dyed shirt. He stopped right behind her, then turned to face the Glocker crew for recognition and moral support for what he was about to do. He leaned over, lifted her dress up over her head, then knelt down and planted a big kiss right on her bare-bottom side! He gently lowered her dress back into place, turned back to the cheering crowd, smiled and flashed us a peace sign as he continued his shuffle along towards Cumberland. I have always wondered if that girl grew up to have a great story to tell her own daughter when she brought her to UT as I did my son Joe in the 1990s. That was my favorite memory of that era.
Jan Wagoner Kercheval
Class Year: 1964
Story: My first favorite moment of the Glocker Business Administration Building was one Sunday when I was young. My father, George Wagoner, taught at UT for approximately 35 years, and his office was in Glocker. He was a totally dedicated professor and lived most of his life in that building. My mother, sister, Dad, and I were all dressed to go to church at Church Street Methodist. Dad was driving and took his usually daily route to UT, pulled into his regular parking spot, got out of the car, and started toward the steps. We were all wondering when he would realize that it was Sunday,and we were going to church in our Sunday finery, not to his office, which was his favorite spot. When I grew up, I attended UT and walked those same halls as my Dad and realized, after having him as a professor, the devotion he had to his profession. He made a positive difference in so many of his students' lives. He is missed by all of us.
Class Year: 1982
Story: I recall with fondness many days in Glocker. Dr. Whitlock management professor, instructed several classes of mine. Several were of the multiple-hour type with periodic breaks. Believe it or not, back then one actually could smoke INSIDE the buildings, just not in the classrooms (Sections of the lower floor of the undergraduate library were designated smoking areas, too.) I recall that during those short class breaks, Dr. Whitlock could always be found in the hallway outside the classroom puffing away on a cigar and expounding upon various management theories. It was certainly a different time then. I can't say the ability to smoke inside was really that great, but the one-to-one time was invaluable. Without a doubt, it helped my comprehension of the subject matter, especially industual/organizational psychology.