Mad About Midd A little wishful thinking

Author: Dave Barker

The spring semester has a way of flying by. During those balmy few days last week when the entire campus seemed to be seized by field day frenzy, I could have sworn it was mid-May instead of late March. Given the aroma of Weber grills, I had to double-check the calendar. I realized that we are coming up on the big 5-0. That's right, just over a month and half before cuing the Dazed and Confused soundtrack. But before I finish off the last blue book, I'd like to see a few things happen.

Wouldn't it be great if, after a long day in Old Chapel, President Liebowitz took a few swings at an IM softball game? I'd like to see the creation of a comment card system in Old Chapel akin to the successful form of student-chef communication in the dining halls. Instead of writing "the balsamic vinaigrette was great!" a student could enter Old Chapel and scribble a quick note for the President: "Heard your long-ball power makes Bonds look like an equipment manager…3 p.m. down at the fields."

Speaking of Presidents, I'd like to see President Emeritus John M. McCardell Jr., and his under-age drinking research team go public and end up in the national press. And I'd like to see that national coverage pique the interest of a few political Pooh-Bahs down in D.C. A lower drinking age would reduce the dangerous, "six shots in a Battell closet" form of underage drinking.

I find it hard to find fault with the college-organized social scene. Wouldn't it be great if MCAB were this good every year? During those moments when it seems like you've been in the library longer than a first-edition collection of Frost poems, the promise of more Pub Nights, trivia nights, and a triple-billed concert makes it a little easier to get your work done.

At least once, I would like to see an "F" replace the "S" in Sunday. The best part of the seventh day shouldn't revolve around a made-to-order omellette. Maybe we should get MCAB to anoint a Sunday in April when students are told not to go to Bi Hall, but to Bristol Falls.

I'd like to see Old Chapel Road become a car-free zone so I can bomb down from Mead Chapel on my bike without tapping the breaks.

Wouldn't it be great if the next Proctor karaoke night was only open to professors, who would be judged by students: "Well, Professor__ loved the moonwalk, but why the 'C' on my midterm?"

I'd like to see a room draw process that which doesn't resemble an Ultimate Fighting match.

Go ahead, accuse me of wishful thinking. One final, more realistic longing: I'd like to see my finals canceled.