The Gavel's Diatribe acts as the satirical medium for short rants over topics ranging from complete triviality to utmost importance.
Imagine this: you’re skating along, the ice smooth beneath your feet, your friends around you, Gasson standing majestically in the background. You were finally able to get a reservation and all your winter wonderland dreams have come true. *Record Scratch* Yeah... this never actually happened, did it?
The ice rink that never was—postage-stamp sized, never used. With the best intentions, the weather was its downfall, or should I say, its meltdown. The buzz on campus after it was announced was unparalleled. With no Modstock, no marathon, and not even a real break to look forward to, students were starved for some good news. The prospect of skating on campus at no cost was exciting.
From credible sources, I have it that no skates actually graced the ice. All that effort for no Baldwin on Ice performances. Those able to get a reservation likely felt like they won the lottery. Alas, the best-laid plans, ruined by rain and warm weather. For the few short days the rink actually tried to be open, reservations ended up being canceled. Some actually made it to the rink to wait, but chose to leave anyway because only 3 (!) people were allowed on the rink at a time.
Can we also talk about how small it was? I mean come on. Building the rink on the miniscule patch in front of Fish Field House instead of on the expansive field to the side just feels so ~BC~ you know? It’s like having temperature checks at the gym but not the dining hall. BC—we make it make sense.
My vote is that now we implement an outdoor pool with the puddle left behind by the rink. We might only be able to fit 1 person and an innertube in it, but ah, what bliss it would be. Sipping on a $20 CAB piña colada, soaking in the sun, hearing the faint calls of the Res geese in the distance: that’s my version of paradise. Physically in Chestnut Hill, mentally in Cabo right? (And for those of you that actually went to Cabo, you can’t swim with us).
Do students want simple things like outdoor seating spaces with firepits? Of course not, and that’s not even mentioning the potential harm that could cause to BC’s most prized possession: the grass. The ice rink was a prime example of right energy, wrong idea. We can get Turks and Caistokes, but we can’t get multiple days of rest to actually relax. As we mark each holiday with a firm email from Tom Mogan telling us not to celebrate, we really just want some time off to recuperate from an all gas, no brakes semester.
Maybe the next event can be personal napping pods on Gasson quad? I can see it now, the hallowed grasses of the quad being graced with the egg-shaped orbs that could transport us all to a place of less stress and sweet dreams. They could pipe in lullabies over speakers, give out eye masks, and then best of all, do absolutely nothing and just let students rest. Until, of course, we awake from that blissful dream into our harsh college reality.