You know what I love? Goodbyes. I just love being able to say goodbye to people, knowing that I'll never see them again. It's actually one of my hobbies! If you see me around campus, you might hear me say "goodbye forever!" I often tell people that it's a joke, but it's not. Just so you know. I really just don't want to see them again. It's nothing personal; I just love saying goodbye!

As my final year at Luther comes to a close, I am filled with the same sense of ambiguous nostalgia that I so often portray. Once the last senior has shaken Torgerson’s hand and the final ugly-cry has happened, life will carry on, much as it tends to do.

During my first couple years at Luther I always thought it was funny watching alumni return to campus. They crept around and haunted all areas of the grounds, even dormitory hallways, always eager to point out to their duckling-like children and grandchildren what once was or how great it used to be.

This year was a whirlwind, and if I could say anything about my time during my sophomore year at Luther, I'd say that most of that time was spent growing.

In my time with Chips, I’ve often been asked where our publication gets its name.

Way back when, our founding Chipsters saw the issues we cover as large pieces of wood – the logs, if you will. They were of the belief that it is the duty of this paper to attack those issues, those logs, and let the pieces that fly off as a result fall where they will – to let the chips fall where they may.

An opening chord from a piano kick-start a bass riff and drums to keep the beat as the Luther College Gospel Choir opens their spring concert with rousing vocals and raucous clapping. Energy fills Good Shepherd Lutheran Church as the performers and audience continue to clap and feel the music.

While most students experienced the Research Symposium and spring weather last weekend, eight students and one professor drove 13 hours to Canada for a celebration of dance.