Memorial Union Terrace offseason: Where are the chairs?
As the nip leaves the air and warmer temperatures arrive, the return of terrace season is on the minds of University of Wisconsin-Madison students.
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As the nip leaves the air and warmer temperatures arrive, the return of terrace season is on the minds of University of Wisconsin-Madison students.
The lives of University of Wisconsin-Madison students unfold in diverse and distinct ways. And as with everything else in life, no blueprint exists for how to be a Badger. Attending a public university in a bustling capital city, students have an expansive array of choices that allow them to shape their college journey in a way that is uniquely their own.
Famous for its weirdness, Williamson Street, lovingly referred to by residents as “Willy Street,” is a haven from the growing threats of chain restaurants and big box stores occurring across Madison.
Does everyone have an underused bicycle in dire need of a tune up collecting dust in their basement? You may not, but I certainly do. Nonetheless, my bike remains broken and unused, and my excuses for not getting it fixed continue to pile up.
My days and nights spent in the library hunched over a computer writing papers make the weeks drudge by. However, those slow weeks studying have made for a fast four years of college, and now I find myself staring down the finish line of my time at the University of Wisconsin-Madison with just a couple semesters remaining.
Two weeks into the semester and already the struggle of balancing school, homework, a job and a sliver of a social life comes washing back.
The juxtaposition of warm weather calling students to the Terrace during finals season feels like an evil trick. But, as 70 degree days become more abundant, the true spirit of summer in Madison comes alive.
At 16 years old in a crooked Starbucks hat, a coffee-stained apron and a name tag that read “Hi, my name is Erin,” I stood behind the counter as a woman double my age animatedly expressed her outrage. Verbalizing animosity at me for the uncontrollable: caffeine in a light roast cup of coffee. Immediately, I wondered how had I gotten here. Why was I taking the brunt of this woman's anger? As a high school student working a minimum wage job to pay for the occasional gallon of gas — what had I done to deserve this stranger's anger over a caffeinated beverage?