In less than a month, I will have completed my 115 total academic weeks at the University of Chicago. Here are 115 things I’ll miss.
- My dorm, Snell-Hitchcock.
- The House Table.
- Botany Pond.
- The Quad on a snowy afternoon.
- The Quad on a sunny afternoon.
- Theater rehearsals in the Logan Center.
- Rosenwald Hall.
- Studying in Harper Library.
- Sneaking food, drinks, and photos inside Harper.
- People-watching from inside Mansueto.
- Making friends with baristas to get free coffee.
- Dollar Shake Wednesdays.
- Scav.
- Dorm parties.
- Apartment parties.
- Rolling out of bed and just making it to class on time.
- The Pub.
- The gargoyles everywhere.
- Mandel Hall.
- Powell’s Books.
- The Sem Co-Op.
- An almond croissant from the Med.
- Long Sunday mornings at Salonica.
- Introducing visitors to Valois—and correcting their pronunciation.
- Doc Films.
- University Theater.
- The Dean’s Men, UChicago’s resident Shakespeare group.
- Hyde Park Produce.
- The beep card readers make when you tap into a building.
- The clock on the façade of Cobb.
- Bartlett Dining Commons.
- The Campus North wind tunnel.
- Nichols Park.
- Lake Michigan.
- The Point on a warm summer day.
- The Red Line.
- The Core, honest to God.
- Build Coffee.
- Signature Courses. Professors design special courses that are only offered for one quarter, and they’re always interesting.
- The seal in Reynolds Club.
- The outside of Rockefeller Chapel.
- The inside of Rockefeller Chapel.
- The 53rd Express.
- Café 53.
- Late night film screenings for class.
- House Meetings.
- Explaining the difference between UChicago and UIC.
- Attending random talks and lectures for the fun of it.
- Attending random talks and lectures for the free food.
- Drifting off in the Harper armchairs.
- Losing myself in the Reg stacks.
- Running into friends on campus.
- Kuvia.
- Fourth Meal.
- Spotting Dean Boyer on his bike.
- Having a discussion that finally makes the reading make sense.
- The Chicago Maroon.
- The Chicago Shady Dealer.
- Productive office hours.
- Resident Heads. The heads of your house are some of the first and best people you meet at UChicago.
- Resident Deans. The heads of your dorm are just as cool and often lead events for the dorm.
- Reading period.
- The feeling of closing all your open tabs after turning in a huge assignment.
- Honey the duck.
- Spending hours in Hallowed Grounds.
- Saying hi to the dogs on campus.
- The Polar Bear Run.
- Open Produce.
- The University Church rummage sale.
- Homecoming.
- O-Week.
- The decorative stone corn on Snell-Hitchcock.
- The lights of Giordano’s blinking through my apartment window.
- The truck that would loudly back up to Searle every morning outside my dorm window.
- Showing visitors around Hyde Park.
- Snail Thai.
- Harold’s.
- The food trucks on Ellis.
- Meeting cool professors.
- The unblinking red light inside Ryerson.
- Stagg Field.
- Ratner Athletic Center.
- The first Heisman trophy.
- The Midway.
- Burton-Judson.
- I-House.
- Plein Air Café.
- Robie House.
- The Smart Museum.
- The Court Theatre.
- Performances in Goodspeed Hall.
- Walking from Stuart to Cobb on a cold winter day without ever going outside.
- Summer in Hyde Park.
- Browsing the selection outside Hyde Park Records.
- Walking under the Metra tracks.
- Watching the ivy turn as the seasons change.
- Running into Lake Michigan at sunrise on the first day of classes.
- Invoking the spirit of Arley D. Cathey.
- Washington Park.
- Jackson Park.
- Lorado Taft’s Fountain of Time.
- Reading a book outdoors on campus.
- Ponding various House officials.
- Going to see various friends’ exhibits, performances, projects, presentations.
- Cooking dinner with my roommates.
- Watching good movies on rainy days.
- The 61st Street Farmers Market.
- The 172, a CTA bus that cycles through Hyde Park.
- Hearing the carillon.
- Voting with my tips in Grounds of Being, the grad student-run café in the Div School.
- Poking around in unfamiliar buildings to find the right classroom.
- Class discussions in huge old ornate rooms.
- Accumulating so many books and t-shirts.
- A campus that has always felt like home.
- Everything.