Notes from the Desk - 04/15/10

Though tradition tells me that senior crush lists are to be posted roughly two weeks before the semester ends in the dining hall of your choice, I’ve decided to take advantage of the fact that I’ve worked my butt off as an editor of the paper since my freshman year and publish mine now, and in The Campus — oh, and it’s got just one name on it: middtwitt.

That’s right, T-Pain loves strippers, and I’m in love with a ... Twitter. There was a time in the not-too-distant past when I was ashamed even to admit that I had a Twitter account. For months, I pretended that I had no clue that the character limit was exactly 140 per tweet.

Every time I received an e-mail alerting me that someone new was “following” me, I blushed and quickly marked it as spam. Even now, I don’t like to tweet and tell, but the opportunity to express my devotion to my new virtual crush (an “attwaction,” according to the “twictionary”) was simply too good to pass up.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the genius that is middtwitt (and research tells me that all but 41 of you fall under this category), allow me to enlighten you. In the deep recesses of the twittersphere, there is one (I like to imagine that it is just one extremely dapper student) who consistently makes us chuckle out loud with his (I’m just going to play Nancy Drew and make that assumption right now.

The “screw, dump or marry: juice bar lady, your first-year seminar prof or the grumpy eastern european chica of proctor??” tweet of last week strikes me as a dead giveaway) Middlebury-themed witticisms — or twitticisms, I should say.

The one I speak of is no other than the mysterious middtwitt. Though his identity remains unknown, whoever it is seems to be rather knowledgeable, indeed, about Middlebury culture and goings-on. If there is a lame event going down, rest assured, middtwitt will mock it. SGA/MCAB does something ridiculous and/or completely pointless? Middtwitt will sarcastically dote on them.

And middtwitt always seems to know just exactly what is on every Middlebury student’s mind at any given moment: eggs-to-order, room draw numbers, decreasing printing balances and Lady Gaga, just to name a few examples of his unmatched insightfulness.

His tweets, like all tweets, are short and to the point, but still so very poignant. With such proverbs like “go/dog go,” middtwitt distills Middlebury life and culture down to its most basic and pure level. To put it bluntly, middtwitt tweets truth.

Though I have only been privy to middtwitt for about a week now, I cannot deny that I am completely “twitterpated” (that one is actually from the Disney classic “Bambi”). Spring, along with prospies, is popping up all over campus and love is in the air, as well as all over the complicated series of tubes that we all know so well. So in summation, middtwit: you thought Sepomana rocked? Me, too.

You like peanut butter on matzoh? Me TOO. I have even seen that exact same rabbit on that stupid (I mean, awesome!) leash numerous times before and wanted to tell someone. And though I may not work the late shift at the circ desk in the library, I do work the Monday afternoon shift at CCAL and the Thursday evening shift at the Henry Sheldon. Holla at me. I mean, holla @ me?