A motion was passed by the Student Government to rearrange club offices tonight.

Among the proposal was a plan to relocated The Hofstra Chronicle and Nonsense Humor Magazine to smaller spaces. We fought the way investigative journalists know how to, and The Chronicle kept its historic office, where it has molded curious students into stellar journalists for over 50 years, albiet now sharing that space with Nexus, the school’s yearbook.

Unfortunately, Nonsense lost, the way we’ve been losing for years: members, budget, impact on campus, and morale. It may seem petty to be upset about a downsized office space, especially one that I won’t personally be using. But that office welcomed me into this school, it gave me something to work towards, and it gave me perspective. I fell in and out of love in there, drank until I did or did not puke, made things that made me proud, and drew many, many dicks. Nonsense always seemed like it was teetering on the edge of outright self-destruction. The near-anarchy is what made Nonsense what it was: a free space where no line couldn’t be crossed. Every year, whoever is given the unwieldy title of Editor-in-Chief learns how to do what in any other publication is three peoples’ jobs and holds it all together just long enough to be a thorn in the side of the Hofstra student body and good taste. 

But I guess the powers that be deemed Nonsense no longer a relevant use of space or funds. I guess I won’t be able to walk into that office 20 years from now, the way former editor David Streich did last semester, and see how little has changed, and how well the members are flourishing. 

Hofstra lost a piece of history tonight, and it pains me to think I might be one of the last editors of a magazine with so much history behind it.