To Third Floor VP Wall Facing Walnut: Thanks for being there whenever I want to bang my head.
To Williams Study Lounge Walls: Thanks for being a wall. And by "wall," we mean gaping hole that lets in cold, drafty air.
To Wall Blocking Off the Old Under–Commons Food Spot: Thank you for teaching me that you don’t know what you've got 'til it’s gone. Come back.
To Hill Walls: Thanks for deciding to get a makeover only after we broke up. Life without AC was Hell... I mean Hill.
To Wall at St. Elmo’s: Thanks for awesome photo–ops at Speakeasy, and thanks for the garden on the other side when I eventually do fall off the ledge.
To Wall Outside Arch: Thanks for letting me SABS to my heart’s content, while also keeping me separate from all of the people I never want to say "hi" to on Locust Walk.
