As the semester winds down and we approach Mother’s Day, The Hare would like to take the time to thank its dedicated reader base: my mom.

While this magic man is writing funny words, read by one (1) person, my mom is being a certifiable badass.

You’ve joined professional fraternities and volunteered at career fairs. Her daughter joined the satire newspaper.

You tell your mom about internships and scholarships and the life of a successful academic. I tell my mom about eating Pell Grant recipients, sleeping on mattresses in dorm hall basements, and finding Batman dead in my parking garage. 

You send your mom photos of sports games, cute animals, and sunny McKeldin Mall. I send her photos of Testudo on fire (or eating students), cows on political posters, people stealing the STAMP building, someone eating tires, students vaporized by nap pods— 

She might not always get the joke:
“Why do you hate DOTS so much?”
“Are the scooters really that bad?”
“What’s a nap pod?”

But she reads every damn article. 

So thanks to our dedicated reader base: my mom. (Maybe if your mom read The Hare she’d be just as cool.) 

Image Credits: Kenlynn Ingham