Editors Notes: This article was written in the wake of the tragedy that struck Michigan State’s campus by a passionate alumni.
When I’m driving down Grand River past MSU’s campus, I’ve never been able to keep my eyes entirely focused on the road. Sure, there’s good people-watching, especially when the Peanut Barrel’s patio opens in the spring. I’ve always been more focused on the brick buildings across the street that set north campus apart from the rest.
When I first got to MSU, I thought about what those old buildings had seen; the people, the lectures, the eureka moments that some nameless PhD student lost to time experienced while toiling away on their dissertation.