Sister Cool Whip McCartney

Greetings past and future brothers and sisters of BMAC! It was an honor to be more of a Mac Man than a Ballardian, and then an attic rat, and then a Ballard apartment RA, and then a Quad regular, and then a ghost! My Mac "will and testament" is somewhere around those dusty halls. Legend has it that if you walk the third floor at 3am, knock on the attic door three times, and whisper (*the Beatles were never that good*) you'll hear a blood curdling scream in reply. Anyway, I digress. BMAC is what made my time at Whitworth the incredible time it was. It gave me memories, life-long friends, and a lot of stupid antics that I get to tell people about. I lived for each tradition, knowing that when I looked back, people would think I'm crazy, but I know they would be jealous. A toast to BMAC! To 5 o'clock dinners, the snow run, the attic (may she be open again), overheard shower parties, Quad Movie Night, Ballard Tea, Milk Monday, The Room of the Gods, BMAC Thanksgiving, the Ballard apartment, BMAC in Concert, MILK AND COOKIES! To laughter without end, to doing things even if other people might think you're insane, and to friends that are there with you through it all. This has been Sister Cool Whip McCartney, class of '24, signing off.