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Being Gothic Isn’t A Phase, Mom.

Memorial Hall
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By Memorial Hall

I know you want me to be Georgian or Federal like the other buildings in the yard, but mom, I’m Gothic, and it’s not a phase.

I like my stained glass, streaked tiles, and pointed arches! They’re edgy, mom. Gray Slate is just not me. I like being different. What happened to “the things that are different are what make you special, sweetie”? 

Stop forcing me to hang out with Canaday, Thayer, and the Science Center! Those buildings may be your idea of a clean-cut kid, but honestly, mom, the science center is ugly and boring, no one cares that Canaday is riot proof, and Thayer is such a preppy it’s ridiculous. 

Ugh! You just don’t get it, do you? This is the real me! I’m sorry if that disappoints you, but it’s true.

If you can’t appreciate me, I know a place where I’ll fit in just fine. Yale. Those guys get me. They understand my vibe in a way the buildings here in the yard just don’t. So that’s it, mom, I’m packing up and moving.  

What did you just say? I can’t move to New Haven? Mother, I am 148 years old! You can’t tell me what to do anymore! Do you understand me, mom? You can’t forbid me from hanging out with the Yale buildings if I want to. I am an adult, and I can make my own decisions and my own friends!

I am gothic and I’m moving to New Haven and there’s nothing you can do about it, mom.




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