Recently, the infamous Andrus Field fence came up again to mark the beginning of
softball baseball season. It was last spotted during football season, its presence forgotten as easily as crushing Hamilton.
But it is back.
This fence stretches the entire length of the field’s sides, making the bottom of Foss Hill only a right angle away from Olin. This causes multiples issues. The fence is too tall to be jumped without some form of difficulty and it contains no gates to pass through. Students are obligated to walk around the fence to get to Usdan, a considerable detour.
The least the fence overseers could do is put in a gate or some way to get through the fence. And before someone makes a retort about laziness, let me remind you of how kind the weather is being to Middletown. The winds are bone-chilling and the temperature stuck on repeat since December. I’d like to spend the least amount of time outside when I walk from Point A to Point B.
So, if anyone reading this can help, please do.
As usual, Common Moment, Feet to the Fire’s annual “collective expression about sustainability,” came to Andrus last night in a dizzying barrage of multicultural dance groups, percussive ensembles, and free t-shirts. This year, though, wide-eyed freshmen weren’t the only ones dancing across the field—there were also streakers, in the form of “four friends who are probably a little too comfortable with each other who wanted to streak.” Here is a picture of four butts.
Prometheus, too, took to the stage with its trademark rings of fire. If you feel compelled to get in on the fire-spinning action, contact Matt Adelman ’13 [madelman@wes] or Jordan Gratch ’13 [jgratch@wes]. No previous experience necessary.
More Common Moment photos after the jump, courtesy of Rachel Pincus ’13. If you’re recovering from last night’s Bend It At Beckham, you may need them to jog your memory.
Bennet ’87 to 2012: “Your generation has so many more opportunities to lead, to make change, than the Class of 1987 ever did.” Also, tear down those walls. Like Reagan. Sort of.
Congratulations, Wesleyan Class of 2012! Now go tear down some walls. Or something.
In case you’ve somehow missed it, a whopping 713 members of the senior class graduated on Andrus Field this morning after remarks by President Michael Roth ’78 (featuring references to WesRave, the ACB, and, err, “hipster pessimism”), a senior class welcome from Kennedy Odede ’12, and a stirring, historically heavy Commencement Address from Senator (and presidential heir) Michael Bennet ’87, who instructed one and all to “bring down those walls” and embrace “some period of public service” as the debt for the privilege of attending Wesleyan. “You will transform American politics for this new age,” said Bennet, “because otherwise it will become as irrelevant as the British parliament in 1776.” Meanwhile, about halfway through Roth’s speech, a few unidentified students dropped a banner from nearby Clark denouncing ongoing changes to Wesleyan’s need-blind admissions practices. From my vantage point, the silent protest offered a large-scale complement to the “Keep Wes Need Blind” stickers I saw affixed to the shirts of student workers, graduates, alums, and even a few parents all day (more on this later). But what say you?
Seniors, you’ll be missed. But for now, go hug your grandparents. I’ve been driving them around all day on golf carts, and they’re totally psyched. (You can wait until tomorrow, I guess.)