Here is a mini ode to some things you just get if you are a Jayhawk. And if you're not a Jayhawk, well I am so sorry for you.
Your texture and color are consistently superb. You pair perfectly with the aftermath of a Friday night at 2 a.m., but also a lunch pit stop on parents' weekend. You are sprinkled with Pico de Gallo and partnered with a red basket of chips that symbolizes heaven.
I'm not sure exactly what makes you worth the 30-minute wait in line, but I love seeing that blue sign. You are Fuzzy's Queso.
I dread you five days a week. Yet you are the rock between me and all I need to accomplish, so you can never be avoided. You are the reason I don't bother with foundation when it is hot, and the reason I don't bother with winter coats when it is cold. The only thing that makes you worse is a pair of high-heels. You are the hill to campus.
You are a black hole. You have endless turns, stairs, and rooms. The only thing consistent about you is the smell, which is rancid. You have consistently chewed me up and spat me out over the last 4 years, but I thank you for the memories anyway. I try to only visit your neighbors, but you call my name occasionally because we are old friends. You are the Hawk.
You are chaos. You are covered in red, yellow, and blue. You are memories that will last forever. You are red solo cups, TV screens, chants, and music. You are forever hating on the color purple. You are game day.
You are always busy. You are covered in t-shirts and sweaty towels. You are scanning the rows to try to find a front row spot. You are checking out who is inside the mirrored room from the clear windows upstairs. You are the place I go to clear my head, but also happen to run into everyone I know. You are the Rec Center.
You keep me coming back. You are flavor packed. You are constantly changing, but always delicious. You compliment a basket of fries. You make a burger place, the best burger place. You are the sauces at Burger Stand.
You just don't quite fit in. You are the ugly duckling in the middle of beautiful. But you are useful. You are the meeting place for causes, rallies, and conversation. You invite all to listen, and all to speak. You are the middle. You are Wescoe Beach.
You symbolize home. You are always waving in the wind, regardless of the weather. Now that I am a senior you are the reason I tear up a little bit every time I get off the highway because you are a reminder I can stay here forever. You sit on top of Frazier and scream our name. You are the flags.