An open letter to Wakeman: Saying a (not so) sorrowful goodbye


By Layla Wofsy ’19


Dear Wakeman,

As my time spent parking at you has come to a close, I thought I would thank you for our time spent together.

Since March 2017, I have woken up at 5:45 a.m. to leave my house promptly at 6:30 a.m. every day, just to secure a spot after the first speed bump in your parking lot. I love sleeping in as much as the next person, but getting up almost two hours before school begins has allowed me to really appreciate the weekends when I can finally catch up on my much needed sleep.

Although I truly do dread getting out of my car at 7:05 a.m. in the winter months to walk seven minutes (five if I make an effort to speed walk, which is rare) to school, at least you have helped me decide that I definitely will not be applying to any colleges in the North. Warm weather is a must for me.

Thank you, Wakeman, for letting me order my Dunkin’ coffee without needing to wait in line. There never are many caffeine cravers –– other than me and the other Wakeman-walkers –– at 6:35 in the morning. And thanks for showing me who my true friends are: the ones who are willing to drive through the parking lot, pick me up from my car and take me to school during a torrential downpour.

Some of our best memories include me trudging up the hill at 5:30 p.m. after a night spent at Inklings only to realize that I hadn’t even driven to school that day. Well, at least I burnt off those cookies I ate at layout. Or that time last year when I thought I left my phone in my car, so I had to walk up in the rain and search for it during my extended free period. Of course, it was never even in my car. That was fun.

Although we have had some great times together, if I am being completely honest here, I have been counting down the days until I would finally be allowed to park on campus since the day my alarm rang on the first day I drove to school. Thank you for all you have taught me, but I can guarantee that waking up an hour later has been an easy adjustment to my routine.

Your loyal friend,



Photo by Layla Wofsy ’19