Morse

I was going through some pictures of my beloved residential college, and suddenly got very nostalgic. I never realized how much I loved it until I got all stirred up staring at its beauty. Yes, it might be considered one of the "ugly" colleges at Yale, and yes, it might not look like it's straight from Harry Potter, but I appreciate its uniqueness. In a campus that looks like Lyra Belacqua's Oxford, Morse (and Stiles, but mostly Morse), offers a refuge from turrets and spires and creates a "home," separate from the rest. There is something to be said about living in a place that looks different from your workplace, and Morse offers that.

Going into Swing Space this year, I wonder what it will be like, and how the "homelessness" we're going to experience will affect us as a college. I believe it will bring us closer together, because we need to make Swing our own; whether that means battleaxes in the hallways or stuffed walruses remains to be seen. Our new freshman are still struggling to accept the fact that they're not in a pretty college; I hope, for the sake of Morse, they will be like us and love it more than ever. Morse, above all, is its people first-- I love all the Morsels because they're all great people, and we are truly close as a class. Swing Space will merely make us closer.

So, the last thing we need for total Morsel domination? Better cheers. My friends and I agree that a cheer referencing the Beatles would be best.

I am the walrus! Cu cu cachoo!