April 23, 2008 - 12:00am
By Noah Hy Brozinsky
You’ll see great things done, in the Ithaca sun,
if you sit on the Arts Quad, I’m told.
You’ll see Long Islanders in their polos and top-siders,
as long as the weather’s not cold.
But if it is freezing, then chances are you’ll be seeing
hooded masses sulking to and fro.
They’ll bitch and they’ll moan, they’ll drink coffee while they groan:
“Siberia, I’m sure, gets less snow.”
Observe, if you will, a pre-frosh named Bill,
who’s preparing to move into Dickson.
He’ll do course enroll, around the frats he’ll stroll, but
by September he’ll face a decision:
“What will it be, Bill?” his senior friends will shrill.
“Will you do one major or two?”
“Maybe change schools altogether! You could take up architecture!
