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Student to student: Valentines to our fav parts of campus

February 12, 2020 By Kayla Huynh

Whether or not you have a significant other to celebrate Valentine’s Day with, there is plenty to love in Madison. Here are our love letters to the little things on campus that make our hearts skip a beat.


Photo: A woman takes her order out of a food delivery robot.

Food delivery robots first appeared on campus in fall semester, and captured all our hearts.

Beep beep. Boop boop. I love the way you bring me soup. 

Your tiny orange flag is like the flag I’ve waved to surrender my heart to you. I see you everywhere — crossing University Avenue or clumsily running into a curb. You travel near and far, proving that our love is a journey that knows no bounds. Though you operate independently and live to serve others, when I see you roaming the streets all alone, I want to scoop you up and take you home with me. 

My friends say you’re not capable of love, but so what if you’re not sentient? You make me feel alive. I love your selflessness, but just for once you should allow someone else to take care of you. Please, let it be me. 


Photo: Three students play with a ball on a concrete surface.

UW students Jordan Jarvis (left), Mike Hatfield (center) and Sidney Hestres (right) play a game of foursquare on the second floor landing of the Mosse Humanities Building. Photo: Bryce Richter

Let me get lost in your halls. 

I’ve heard room 3650 is where your heart lies, but I got lost trying to find it. You have all those levels. You’re complex and unique. There’s no one else quite like you. For that reason, I know I don’t deserve you. 

I’ve also heard rumors that you’re built to last. Your foundation is solid, perhaps even impenetrable. Still, I want to be the one to break down those walls. Even though you’re brutal and I still haven’t figured you out yet, I want to get to know you better. But first, will you point me in the right direction?

Scout the dog

Photo: Scout on examining table surrounded by veterinary team in front of TomoTherapy machine

Scout captured our hearts with his Super Bowl commercial.

You’re the absolute goodest of boys. You’re cuddly and cute and everyone loves you. Let’s sit. Stay! Anything is paw-ssible when I’m with you. 

I’ll retrieve your love wherever you are, even if it’s far-fetched. Your long, golden hair often calls me to pet you, and I’d do it any time of the day. When we’re together, I’ll take you for long walks around the park and give you all the treats in the world. 

Perhaps you’re one lucky dog, but I feel even luckier just knowing you.

The former Vilas-Humanities bridge

Spectators watched as construction workers used heavy-duty equipment to demolish the aging pedestrian bridge between the Mosse Humanities Building and Vilas Hall. The bridge, built in 1971, was becoming dangerously deteriorated. Photo: Jeff Miller

I still think of you, even though you’re gone. That connection we once had bridged the University Avenue-sized gap in my heart.

Trust me when I say that you were more than just a convenience to me. Step by step, you led me closer to my destination, taking me out of the dark depths of Vilas Hall and into the light. You lifted me up when I was down as I traversed from building to building, and you always helped me find my way. Still, I know that all good things must come to an end. For now, I’ll try not to let you cross my mind.

Though our time together was brief, and now you’re just water under the bridge, I’ll always remember you when I hear “walk sign is on to cross University.” Maybe people have forgotten you, but trust me — I will never forget.

Bascom Hill

People relax and study on Bascom Hill. Photo: Jeff Miller

Every time I’m near you, my palms get sweaty and my knees become weak.

Just the sight of you takes my breath away and makes my heart skip a beat. Literally. I often have to catch my breath to keep up with you, as you guide me higher and higher and take me all the way to my peak. Though I some times steer away from you when you’re bitter and cold, I’ll always find my way back again to your warm embrace.

I know you need some fixing, and that’s okay too. While part of you is closed off to me for now, I’ll be here lingering just outside of that fence. Deep down you may be a work-in-progress, but to me, you’re really a work of art. There’s something special that lies beneath your surface — perhaps they are tunnels of love.

For more Valentines to campus, check out last year’s story.

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