As a child, Roger lived at 410 East Washington Street, Urbana, a short distance from the university. He explored the campus and came to know it well, developing a depth of knowledge and confidence that few other students could muster. While his peers struggled with homesickness, he walked into his first classes well-focused—and eager to concentrate on extra-curricular writing.
Youthful Wanderings
Childhood Memories
“‘Your father is an electrician for the university,’ my mother told me. ‘It can’t run without him.’ . . . On nights when a fierce thunderstorm would descend, the phone might ring. I would lie awake waiting for my father to say, ‘Come on boy, the lights are out.’ We would drive in the maroon Plymouth through the darkened streets to the power plant, a looming coal-smelling building that my father would enter with a flashlight and do something. ‘All right, boy,’ he would say. ‘Stand by the door.’ All of the lights on the campus would come back on.” (Roger Ebert: Life Itself)
A Leg Up
While still a high-school senior, Roger had the opportunity to enroll in a Division of General Studies class. He signed up for Verbal Communications in the spring of 1960, earning a solid B. Of perhaps more significance, he picked up some invaluable college experience, which served him well when he began full-time studies the following September.
First Foray
By the spring of 1960, Roger was ready to make a mark on campus as the editor of a newly formed newspaper, one offering a distinct opportunity for a young man of his talents and perspective.