When you have snow, make igloos
Going.
Going.
Almost gone.
The Bascom Igloo has warmed the hearts of many on campus, providing metaphorical shelter from a long, cold winter.
Yes, it’s cold here. But we endure winter with a hardiness that we are proud of, knowing that while other parts of the country complain about temps in the 40s, we laugh.
Some days, just getting to campus feels like success. As our grandparents say, we walk up Bascom Hill both ways to get to class, with the wind whipping in our face. And sometimes Bus 80 is running late — that’s hard, too
The Bascom Igloo is a symbol of an agreement we make with Mother Nature:
We will make the most of what she throws at us.
We will grit our chattering teeth and bare it.
We will Tweet at Mark Hamill and he will Tweet back.
We will wear shorts to class and make international news in the Daily Mail.
To every thing there is a season. Winter will soon be over and spring is coming.
Goodnight, Bascom Igloo. We wish we could hang out with you at the Terrace this spring but alas. You are not long for this world.
Let us all remember the words of John Muir who fittingly called neighboring North Hall home:
Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.