For this final issue I was going to try and write something inspiring. Something that would really stick with all of you as we end another year here at Wittenberg. For you seniors I thought I could offer some precious words of wisdom that you could hold onto as you enter the real world.

On the right-hand side of a short cul-de-sac between the Phi Psi house and Ferncliff Hall sits a house. Half of this house has colorful, puffy interior walls painted with fingers and stitches, and a bathroom stacked to the ceiling with boxes that contain green yarn, strips of construction paper, googley eyes, brown lunch bags, Crayola markers, plastic beads and rainbow glitter. Its kitchen is stocked full with "Outrageous Orange" juice and vanilla crème cookies. The people in the front room know your name because they remember what color toenail polish you wear.