I must unfortunately report the closing of a true Wisconsin institution: Ogg hall.

Once voted the most depressing public dorm to reside it, Ogg gave me numerous ups and downs; from my $343 drinking ticket (after blowing a .04 BAC) to playing shirtless guitar in the hallways at 3 a.m.

I would hope that the buildings would go down in a bang- my first opportunity to watch s*it get blown up. However, they will be slowly dismantled throughout the course of the summer instead.

Souvenir pieces of rubble will also be sold and undoubtedly hung on mantles next to wedding pictures.