November 9, 2023 | FEATURES | By Zeke Lloyd
Disclaimer: This writer was one of the event’s main organizers.
A tour came through the Worner Campus Center a little after noon on Saturday. The clock displaying the time remaining read a little over 12 hours. We were in good spirits. The dawn that morning had provided enough momentum to last through the early afternoon. It was gone by 3 p.m.
But when the tour came through, we were laughing and chatting. Looking around at our haggard yet determined faces, I wondered what we looked like to prospective students. I wondered what it made them think about this place. What would this have meant to me?
Over the course of our time playing, many people came through Worner Center. Some gave us funny looks. Some just watched for a moment, silently, then moved on. Most people ignored us.
But a few chose to share their opinions outright.
There were only two kinds of comments. The first kind were the various forms of support people shared. For instance, the game’s outset was charged with electricity. A number of people stayed around for a while to watch.
But at some point late Friday night, after we passed hour three, the board game club descended from the second floor and stood for a while, looking at our humble huddle. When they left, the initial crowd followed.
There were not many visitors during the early hours of Saturday morning. Very few of us stayed to play until dawn. Then came the Rastall…
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