Thursday night was Awards Chapel. There are few things more demotivating than to hear about what a great undergraduate career you’ve had. Unfortunately, my undergraduate career isn’t over. The two papers I’ve been working on for the past 2 months are due this week. Both are in good condition, but since they both comprise the bulk of my grade, I’m a bit nervous. Not to mention that I have a 3rd, shorter paper to write for Latin. Of course, I haven’t started it. I’ll do it before Thursday hopefully, since that day our Classics Seminar presents to the Indianapolis Association of Wabash Men at the IMA. Dr. Hartnett told me that one of my future bosses at Apparatus, Aman Brar ’99, will be there. I’m assuming this will be the first and last time Aman hears about Roman funerary practices from an employee.
Thursday morning was our final Chapel of the year. President White gave a final parting address, and we “rung him out” with little bells stocked in the top balcony. His speech was essentially a collection of Wabash stories and sentiments. We get quite of bit of those around here, but Pres. White’s were so heartfelt. It’s weird to think that while he’ll move on to Milliken University, I’ll still be involved with Wabash. I’ll still be coming to alumni events and games at the College, even when many of most beloved professors are gone. My role will shift from the ever-indulgent student to the ever-vigilant overseer, giving money, voicing my opinion, helping students with networking, and attempting to preserve the goods that Wabash gave me for future generations, regardless of who I know any longer.