Dear Bascom Hill,Â
I think it’s time that we talked. I want to be open with you, as this relationship won’t work for the next four-plus years if I can’t be completely honest.Â
First of all, I want to say thank you for opening my eyes to the poor state of my physical health. While I am dripping with sweat after my morning hike up your steep concrete surface, I remind myself that it is for my own good. You are an obstacle to my classes, therefore the obstacle to my education, yet you are also the pathway to my education. One could say that this is a beautiful thing or just a terrible metaphor.
I forgive you for being so steep and long because you are beautiful. Covered in flamingos one day and in snow the next, you are constantly changing, and so am I. In some ways I am jealous of you because not only are you photogenic, you are also the embodiment of academic prestige. You demand us to work harder, and we obey. How does it feel to have that much power? You don’t say much, but you provide for us a sitting area and a beautiful view. This says more than words can, I think.
You are hard to deal with, and I know that this will never change. I leave for my lectures an extra 15 minutes early just so that I have time to lower my heart rate enough to pay attention. I will learn to appreciate you more, I hope. But if I don’t, you’ll understand, right?
Sincerely,
The Students
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