Watch for rain drops filled with BU knowledge
I have one final today, in Ecology, a subject that my brain was never wired to understand. I've done my best, and though, by grandparents' terms that is good enough, the last test of this academic year will surely fry every last cell of my intelligence. All of the hours of studying, memorizing, writing, reading, will be cooked to a frothy boil and by this time next week will have evaporated into the Baldwin City atmosphere.
Hopefully, as I was taught in Ecology, my evaporated knowledge, combined with my Baker University peers will return to the earth in the form of precipitation; a very well-educated raindrop. My suggestion, people of Baldwin City, is to send your youngsters outside during the next storm, mouths agape to catch the falling rain, in hopes that by some fantastic occurrence, they will absorb a smorgasbord of every subject taught at Baker.
My final final will certainly cause me to run out of Mulvane Science Hall singing in tongues and attempting to flap my arms quick enough to fly away. But it will also mark an end to a very good year, at a very good university, in very good city. I will expand on the latter.
Baldwin City is conducive to the life of university students. The city supplements our diet at the Baker cafeteria by offering the best in gourmet, late night cuisine. There are few distractions in Baldwin City, no nightclubs, late night coffee shops or pizza delivery, restaurants, or arcades; really no form of entertainment past the puritanical hour of 10. This is a very study-centered community that goes the extra mile to ensure that we, the students, are not distracted by big city frills, like stoplights.
One aspect of Baldwin City is both a pro and a con for students. After each light drizzle, we either lose unsaved term papers to a power outage, or we are forced to stop studying and go to sleep, content with the darkness that hopefully will continue well into the next day and cancel classes.
There is something special though, about the relationship between a small city and a small university. Obviously, one alone is not nearly as successful without the other. As the Baker students depart and the city relaxes into newfound parking spaces, less traffic and shorter drive-through lines we ask that you leave the light on for us, and await our return. We will be back, next fall, with diverse ideas and events and volunteer projects sure to better the city. Our brains will have replenished themselves during the seemingly slow summer days.
I already packed and I am ready to move out of my dormitory room. I didn't want to wait until my finals were finished. The simplest of tasks such as folding clothes into a box or gathering books into milk crates might not be possible for a while. Large and small motor skills evaporated along with my knowledge. I will find the strength to wave good-bye, as I drive a year's worth of memories home, and I won't forget the way back, to my very good university, in this very good city.