Tonight was WUOG's last night in Memorial Hall. It has resided there for the last 36 years and now we are moving to a brand new station. I had the privilege to play the last chosen song on air, Pavements - Major Leagues. I wasn't expecting to get emotional, but when I started to think about all the memories made in that attic space I choked up. We've always been the underdogs looking out at the rest of the campus playing our music no one else knows about and we've been satisfied, very satisfied. Though we often try to hide it, there is an unspoken us against the world mentality. We have gotten flack for it, but like any subculture there is power in our ideals. Now we will be in the thick of it for everyone to see us. I will miss the graffiti on the walls, the layers of dust caking the desks, the fact there isn't a bathroom - all the things that made our nook a home. At the end of the day, I don't believe these are the things that make us unique. Instead, it's the ideals that set us apart. So change our location and give us new equipment. Tear down these walls and coat the rest we have called home for so many years with paint. We will still be standing by obscurity and saying bring on the major leagues...