Ode to the Institute

Ode to the Institute In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I decided to write MIT a poem. Its not Tennyson or anything, but Oh MIT, OH MIT Many are the reasons why You mean so much to me. Poor soul, poor soul You’re often scorned As students pull their hair, proclaiming “IHTFP!” With your high ceilings, and old marbled floor, You house the echoes of students’ footsteps As we diligently shuffle along the infinite corridor. I hear us talking of long hours Projects, Psets, Parties, Psets, Performances, Plays, I see people hosed, tired, still walking along Going about just another day. While we may sometimes stop to question Why we take so many classes and why we push ourselves so hard, Or to sigh as we decipher dusty, bone-colored scrawlings on the classrooms’ many walls. Still you see us softly smiling and our eyes Probing with a questioning light We rub our chins at topics posed, wondering curiosity being, without doubt, the nature of our souls. Smiles and joy are also spread As gentlemen burst through lecture halls’ doors Proclaiming that they have a message of love to sing This is trueits not a lore! Oh MIT. You offer us experience, The realization that if we act now, we can contribute to the world. You house us in a place where we can be inspired and taught By one another. You provide us with a home an often-decorated dome (by the work of florey elves*) You are, without question, a place thats so much larger than ourselves. *hackersmy apologies for the horrid made-up name, but in my defense, almost nothing else rhymes with ourselves!* ( Many thanks to Lourdes 15 [who filmed it] Kirsten [my TA] and of course the heavenly voices of the Logs  for the video.)   :)