Goodbyes are always hard, something I was reminded of when some this week's writers, namely the seniors on The Mirror staff, kept Blitzing me with their writer's block woes. Of course, my original idea was to publish a roast of the Class of 2008 -- all of the graphics would have been in flames, and it would have been beautiful. Ideas of conceptual art were brainstormed: We could tell you to make the issue into an effigy of that senior boy who never Blitzed you back and burn it, and maybe, in a gesture of fond farewell, scatter its ashes over the Green -- the symbolic death of college. But despite its lack of avant garde brilliance, ultimately it was decided that giving our seniors a platform to bid the campus adieu would be more appropriate.
And after much hemming and hawing and running out of ideas (or having none to begin with), they turned that platform into a pulpit, giving sage advice to us young whippersnaps that everyone should read and cherish.
'08s, The Mirror will miss you. But we know we'll see you soon -- probably the next big weekend when you come pouring back to campus to drink our beers, jump us in line and wind up in our bed. Somehow.
