It's officially winter in Williamstown, as temperatures have dropped to a booger-freezing level. The end of classes was celebrated in that typical classy/trashy college student way: getting belligerent in cocktail attire.
The Christmas Carols and Lessons service happened this weekend, and I think it's the one tradition I have accidentally kept at Williams. It's so lovely to gather in Thompson Chapel, the building I had to draw cross-sections of for Art History 101, and look around at students and "community members" enjoying the warmth of the choir, the sanctuary, and Rick Spalding's always-beautiful words.
Being a senior has colored everything with a strange rosy haze-- I feel like our class has invented everything I know that we didn't. We're serving as leaders only because we learned how to from the '06s and '07s. I'm constantly aware of the legacy we're leaving for Dance Company, of the example I'm setting for the freshmen who will own this place when we depart in a few short months.
But I'm also sitting in the snack bar, underneath a plaque commemorating "Yo-Yo", "faithful canine friend to generations of Williams students," 1966-1979. I guess boogers have been freezing in educated Ephs heads for hundreds of years.
