Written by Ryan Huettel
‘Twas the night before eight block, and all through the streets
Not a creature was stirring, all under their sheets
All the theses had reached their final culmination
It could only mean one thing, Yampa was the destination
While Colorado College was passed out soundly in bed
Past memories of eighth blocks danced through my head
The course list was scoured, finding a Showalter class
The grade had been changed, from a letter to pass
When out in the kitchen, there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my room to see what was the matter
The light from the street, in its fake yellow dawn
Illuminated my wall, covered in Budweiser’s gone
When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But a strange looking specter, in his hand a cold beer
My time it had come, as the years had amassed
For in front of my eyes, stood the ghost of Eighth Blocks Past
He was silent at first, unlike Bernie fans at the polls
Until he saw my green Chacos, asking if I did NOLS
“I would have already told you”, in real CC fashion
He responded in like, “That’s true, natures a passion.”
“But back to the reason why I’m truly here,
You know there’s more to my visit than to steal your beer”
“As an eighth block senior, life moves pretty fast
“You get caught in the moment, so lets go back to the past”
I couldn’t object, as I stood with this being
And to my surprise, didn’t believe what I was seeing
On Kicks, On Llama, On Pig Roasts and Sun
IM Softball, and darties, and all kinds of fun
CC flashed through my eyes, what a four years its been
When I realized what I’d give, if I could have it again
A bittersweet trip, he could see my sadness
“You know” he said, “There’s a method to this madness”
“You can’t slow it down, it’s one of nature’s laws
So sometimes in life, you just need to pause”
What adventures you’ve had, Genesees streaming with foam
With old friends and new, you’ve made CC a home
As he proudly departed, his words had their effect
For I realized at once, that the Ghost was correct
I yelled after my spirit as he made his last climb,
And I gave him some words in which to ponder in time
“Every eight block is precious, as you can attest,”
“So thanks for the great times, but get ready for the best.”