BC Separation Anxiety: Peace. Love. Newton.

BC Separation Anxiety is a blog in which I lament all things BC related that I will miss this summer. The whining is rampant.

I refused to move out after freshman year.

I refused to move out after freshman year.

This blog post is a year in the making. It’s been building up since May 15, 2012, not that I’ve been counting or anything.  That’s how long we’ve been separated, Newton Campus and I. Some people complain about Newton. Some people lament over the bus and curse law students who clog up the lines in Stuart, but I am a Newtonite through and through.

Newton was my first crush at BC. You could really say that it was love at first sight between the two of us. I went into my four years at Boston College with no preference whatsoever between Upper and Newton campus. I didn’t really care where I was, as long as I wasn’t in high school anymore.

When I opened up Agora to check my housing assignment, I found that I’d be living somewhere called Cushing House. After googling “BC Cushing,” I decided that I had completely lucked out because I wasn’t living on Upper or Newton: “HEY MOM , I’M LIVING ON THE QUAD!”

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Dorm Sweet Dorm.

Oooh scratch that. The nursing program’s building Cushing was, in fact, on the Quad, but Cushing HOUSE was on Newton Campus and I quickly found myself doomed to a year of isolation with 700 other freshmen.  But when move-in day came and I showed up on campus with all four of my parents and my illegal octopus lamp, I decided that Newton was as good a place as any to call home for the next year.

Fast forward nine months and I had met most of my best friends in the Cush Lounge, had some of the craziest nights on the Newton Bus, met some interesting people out in “the stumps,” (a sketchy circle of stumps in the woods across the street from Newton Country Day) and developed a total girl-crush on Dorita, the famous Stuart all-star cashier.

If you’re lucky enough to live on Newton, I can completely guarantee that you’re going to have the time of your life. Don’t let anyone on Upper tell you differently because trust me, Newton is the place to be. You just have to give yourself up to the fact that you will inevitably spend half an hour waiting for the Sunday bus, and usually have to sprint after it as it makes its way from the Stuart stop to Main Gate. Accept Newton for what it is and make the most of it. Also make friends with the bus drivers. That will get you far in life.

The curfew on the weekends can sometimes be the hardest part to swallow. Friends on Upper will tell you stories of partying on Lower until the wee hours of the morning, but let me be the one to tell you that they’re lying.  Registered Mod parties get shut down at 1:30 a.m., Lower (and Mac) Late Night closes at 2 a.m., and the Comm. Ave bus stops running at the same time as the Newton bus.

Newton bus friends! None of these people went to BC.

Bus friends! I don't think any of these people went to BC.

Eventually you’ll realize that the 2 a.m. bus ride back to Newton is a party in itself, complete with rousing choruses of “Sweet Caroline” and “Just a Friend,” U.S.A. chants, and acrobatic bus flips. Not to mention no one goes to bed immediately after returning to the Newt. Domino's delivers until 3 a.m., and the lounges (I’m partial to Cush Lounge) turn into movie theaters.

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There's always something to do in the lounge.

I had a great time sophomore year but, as an older friend once told me, “It’s all downhill from Newton.” Lower is awesome and I expect living off-campus will be crazy fun, but I will forever miss the Cush Lounge and Hardey beach. All of you freshies better enjoy it while you can.  Don’t spend your first few weekends wandering around Upper looking longingly into the windows of Fitzaga, and don’t bother trying that sad excuse for food served at Mac. Take pride in the fact that, while F’Real machines may have spread to other dining halls on campus, you get to use the ORIGINAL milkshake machine of Boston College.

And to you lucky group of kiddos who get to call Cush Lounge your own this year, take care of my baby. If the light switch plate is still broken you can blame me since I chucked my phone at it from across the room once.  I hope you have as much fun there as I did.

Peace. Love. Newton.

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