| Farewell to the Spog... for now |
| As the usual author of the world's least frequently read (and even less frequently written) internet column, I feel myself called upon to add a few words to the website in honor of the end of Spog's first year. I say first in part because I know that we'll keep in touch, but mostly because saying 'freshman' would exclude our dearly beloved sponsors. Somehow, despite the halls littered with trash, boxes, furniture, roommates, etc, it doesn't seem like the end yet. I guess I'm used to being on the verge of dropping out of school by this time of the year, a la high school. But it's hard to be bored in a place like Spog. In fact, just |
| about everyone on campus agrees with this. I mentioned something about a stolen ice sculpture in class once, and the response I got was "Yeah, but your hall is crazy". They were not surprised. Face it, folks, we're famous. We were responsible for the destruction of the school's speaker system, a quite possibly record number of noise complaints, a mass stampede to Baxter, the penis wars (on several separate occasions), and the regular dousing of our hall with water, shaving cream, snowballs, cake, and silly string. But don't worry... they're renovating. And so, thus ends the stint of the most renowned (or perhaps I should say 'notorious') freshman |
| hall on Pomona's campus. If you're not in the Spog, and you wish to disagree, let me just point out that you are currently at the Spog website, reading a Spog article. I've been avoiding cliches as much as possible, but I must at least say this: |
| I'll miss each and every one of you over the summer (This means you. No, really.), and if I don't come visit you next year, it's because I've forgotten where your room is. Or else, you've gotten sick of me visiting and started to pretend you aren't home. In the meantime, have a relaxing summer, and get ready to spread the Spog love all over campus next year. I love you guys! |