Fly us to the moon, and let us play among the stars

Last night, Bwog was tipped about a girl standing in the grass on College Walk at about 9:45 P.M. You might wonder – what’s so special about that? Girls stand on college walk all the time, checking their phones, talking to their friends, or speed-eating Ferris take-out on their way to class. This girl, however, was not doing any of those things.

Reports on her activities vary from observer to observer. Some say she wore a dinosaur hoodie with a blanket draped over her, others swear she wore an elaborate ball gown, and still others insist she wore only a Tinkerbell T-shirt and yoga pants. Her tools included a spaceship pop-up tent. She might have been handing out chocolate, or leading meditation exercises and “laughter yoga”, or hosting an old-school “play date” – or perhaps all three at the same time. Bwog can only confirm that she existed, and that she was wonderful.

We cannot help wondering what compelled this girl to take a well-deserved midterm study break and head out on College Walk, spaceship in tow. Did she decide that the only way to truly understand her psychology reading was to go outside and live it? Was she ready to put her years of training as a secret yoga guru to use? Or was she, perhaps, sent on a mission by some higher force?

This girl is fantastic enough that Bwog believes we must accept the third explanation. We can only imagine this girl sitting in her dorm room, struggling with the best way to start a paper, when a flash of light suddenly appeared next to her ironically-purchased One Direction poster. The light flickered from blue to green to magenta and back again, finally settled on a comforting Pantone 292, then formed a head, torso, arms, and pantyhose-clad legs – with high heels not unlike those of DSpar when she gives an inspiring lecture.

“Who are you?” the girl asked, eyes wide.

“It matters not who I am,” the spirit replied. “What matters is that Columbia students have forgotten themselves. They worry too much about grades, exams, rankings – they believe that one failed chemistry test will keep them from medical school, or that one botched Econ paper will force Wall Street to lock its doors on them forever. They worry over grades instead of experiencing life in the city. They forget that the world is wide and beautiful, and that they plenty of chances to get things right. They forget to be present in the world.”

“They do,” the girl must have whispered. “We do.”

The spirit spoke louder, its voice echoing off the concrete walls. “So, what are you waiting for? You know what you need to do.”

And the girl did – she grabbed her emergency chocolate supply and ran, leaving laptop and paper behind. She arrived on College Walk and did exactly what Columbia needed her to do: reminded students, sunken into the trenches of midterms, that there is a wider world around them. Her spaceship might not actually be able to fly her to the moon, but it has certainly flown her straight into our hearts.

Thank you, anonymous spaceship girl. Your mission is truly a noble one.

Incredible spaceship via Bwog Staff