GOOD NIGHT
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By Itzel Ayala / Assoc. Features Editor There was a school on a hill, All the Mods had a grill, And as morning drew near, The first tailgate was here. The freshmen were afraid To be left on their own, But the seniors had it made— They were finally home. The first morning of classes, We put on our glasses, Books and pencils in hand, We worked hard to understand. With fall came football Calling BS on any bad call, Singing along to “Just a Friend,” And the alma mater at the end. Come midday, It’s all work and no play. It seemed Bapst would be our fate, But we had to have that Mario Kart date. The sun is setting and Gasson looks grand, Who cares how many times you post it on Instagram? You still get that feeling when you look up at the Heights, And thank the gods you are here with all of your might.
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BC Gavel
April 2014