Dear BV gang,
These past two years have been filled with unexpected late nights, a newfound addiction to coffee, questionable jokes and many blossoming friendships. As a junior, I had no idea what I got myself into. Little did I know, I would meet some of my best friends in RC 5.
To Liam, I remember when we sat diagonally from each other, grinding through our sections. We had impromptu jam sessions at 3 a.m., dances on tables and probably way too much pizza. From wild nights in Robinson Hall to making sure every sentence in the newspaper exemplifies perfection, thanks for an interesting ride.
To Christina, thank you for being willing to take on the EIC position and staying down in the BV until all hours of the night. Thanks for being an extra set of eyes and not being afraid to share your much-needed opinions to better the paper. Wednesday nights wouldn’t have been the same without you. If you ever need some ibuprofen, I got you.
To Kiley, I’m not looking forward to leaving you, but at least we’ll live together until graduation. Thank you for putting up with me, all my shenanigans and my ceaseless need to make corrections. I’ll root for your Boston teams – when Buffalo isn’t playing, of course. See you at home, friend.
M.K. and Kelly, I will always appreciate your sassy comments and brutal honesty. I don’t know who I’m going to give looks to when something awkward or funny happens. You two made BV nights more bearable. Keep quoting memes and laugh often. I’ll be back before you know it.
Ethan, we get to leave the BV together. Not physically, since you just had to be an athlete and work five jobs, so you leave at like 10 p.m., but we can leave together metaphorically. Thank you for applauding my terrible dad jokes, listening to my many complaints, watching the Sabres suck with me, editing dozens and dozens of BV stories and being an awesome friend. I’ll see you around Buffalo; it’ll always be Wednesday there, my dude.
Dom, I’m sorry I’m leaving you to fend for yourself for another year. I know you can make it through, though. Thanks for appreciating bumblebees with me and listening to the same five songs this semester. I look forward to seeing how many more hats you can accumulate in one year. Thanks for being a great friend and putting up with all my antics and terrible humor. If your dad doesn’t take the seat next to you at Sabres games, I call dibs.
To all the BV staff, past and present, thanks for the memories. Leaving Bona’s is going to hurt like Hell.
