At 1:23 a.m. on Sunday morning, on Jan. 26, lights went dark across the South 40. For approximately two hours, there was no power to the dorms, and some students were subsequently left without hot water.

So, you’ve been placed in a traditional suite. The world is over. You can feel the panic creeping in, and your roommates are random, so you don’t know who you’ll spend the next nine months with. Well, two random suitemates turned friends are writing this for you, so know it’s not all catastrophic.

WashU is proposing to relocate its baseball, softball, intramural, and club sports facilities to the land it is leasing from Concordia Seminary, as part of an effort to expand and modernize its athletic facilities. However, the plans are facing scrutiny from Clayton residents, who worry that the new facilities will create too much noise and traffic. 

As I depart my South 40 dorm each day for the next four weeks before the final time I close the door, I’ll likely find myself becoming more and more reminiscent as my undergraduate years come to an end. But for now, I’ll hold off on staring longingly and romantically out onto the South 40 from a window (until the inevitable sound of a fire alarm or a shouted obscenity) and try instead to spend as much time as possible with the people for whom I will never be able to truly express the extent of my gratitude and love.

The third episode takes a look at the history of the once beloved hub of the South 40, Wohl Center.

Campus Creamery, a new Student Entrepreneurial Program (StEP) campus store selling ice cream, celebrated its grand opening outside the Gregg storefronts on March 30. 

Freshman CraigAnthony Moore runs a business of baking, lawn care and DJ-ing.

The South 40 tent, designed to provide students a sheltered, well-ventilated work and dining space, has been taken down after being deemed unnecessary by administrators.

For freshmen who had attended classes remotely for their first semester of college, getting a first look at campus wasn’t something done in short sleeves and T-shirts, but rather under the many layers of clothing necessary for the bitter St. Louis conditions of mid-January.

No matter how many booths are blocked off by blue tape, the people who make BD what it is are still there.