Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Ghosts of Campus

There's something rich and intoxicating about the University of Nevada campus. A definite sense of history and tradition that I've begun to cultivate. There are ghosts on campus. Not spooky beings, but ideas that linger. Ideas that have crept into the cracks. Ideas that sing words to the student sighing on the lawn,

mackay, life, respect, love, drinking, bells, houses, laughter, students, books, events, clubs, class

Words that have meant something for generations. Words that echo with each semester and never grow faint. So loud are these echoes that they seem new each time. But beneath these are the lower echoes. The ones that need to be helped back into our lives. Words that need to be said again and again, yelled if need should arise to bring them back from beneath.

These are whispered to the student sighing on the lawn,

secrets, paths, tunnels, sundown, involvement, tradition, history, pride

Help me say these words. Help me bring back the echoes of our great university.

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