By BRIGID PARKER
Oh goodie! Another farewell article from a bitter, geriatric senior. Blah blah, campus has changed, wah wah, the culture is dying. You get the idea. Here are some landmark features of my Beloit experience that are, for better or worse, no longer with us.
- COVID 19 We did it!!!! All it took was testing once per semester and wearing our masks except not outside or at Commons or at parties or in each other’s dorms or in the communal bathrooms. Hard work really does pay off!!
- My freshman year roommate who transferred I miss you. I miss us. I miss your zebra print beer bong. I hope all is well in Kentucky.
- My other freshman year roommate who moved out before orientation was over Did I do something? Am I that hard to live with? I guess we’ll never know. I hope all is well in Missouri.
- Live music Remember when C-Haus brought in bands on a regular basis? Remember C-Haus? Remember when we didn’t have to rotate between the same 3 bands to play on campus for any music-related event? Hell, remember student bands? In all seriousness, I mourn being able to see live music nearly every weekend at C-Haus. I mourn C-Haus as a campus space. Freaks, TKEs, babes, uglies, Sigs, all swaying together under the spell of a real, live band. It was truly something to behold.
- The music department But don’t worry, guys, the music major was absorbed into the PART major, which is a very real major in a very real department that is certainly not dying. Phew!
- @beloitbutts on Instagram Though its glory was short-lived and quickly forgotten, @beloitbutts was a community pillar during my freshman year. The concept was simple; submit a picture of your sublime derriere, and have it anonymously posted for all of beloitbutts’ followers to admire. I’m sad to think about it now– we’ve never been more unified as a community.
- REAL missed connections Believe it or not, we used to use anonymous Instagram accounts for good, not evil; case in point, @beloitbutts. The original Missed Connections was a place for love, optimism, and occasional unchecked perversion. It was a place where hopeless romantics could follow their amorous pursuits, and where freaks could get their freak on without repercussions. Did anything ever come of any of these romantic confessions? Probably not, but it felt really good to see your name posted.
- Ryan Schamp Remember that guy??
- Russian House You just had to be there. Nothing beats a party with a big wraparound porch and a storage tub of unidentifiable pink liquid. Though Beloit’s Russian program may not be widely missed or even remembered, that one house party set a golden standard for myself and my friend group. We still talk about you, Russian House party from freshman year. Nothing compares. Anthro House, do better.
- My singular campus situationship No idea what happened to him, and I applaud him for that–a true gentleman disappears completely after a failed romantic endeavor. A lot of you could stand to learn.
Featured Image: Vivian Kopka’27



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