Before being crowned king, senior Andrew Klumpp looked back on his time at Northwestern.
Although not the craziest thing he’s done at NW, the story of the snow storm during his freshman year will have to suffice. “There was so much snow and wind that when walking outside of West Hall,” he said, “you couldn’t see over many of the snow drifts.”
He wonders how one could stare at the snow drifts all day long without being enticed to jump in. “Of course, this certainly could not happen with the hindrance of clothing,” said Klumpp. “That’s just foolishness.” One thing led to another and Klumpp can tell the story of “some once-in-a-lifetime snow drift diving.”
When asked which professor he most wants to be like, Klumpp answered, “If I could somehow fuse Elizabeth Truesdell and Mike Kugler with the endearing qualities of Jim Mead, I feel as though I would become something of a shockingly frank, tactfully blunt, sarcastic, innuendo-laden, quirky, sweet kick-wearin’ deity who is probably more intelligent than 98 percent of the world yet maintains formidable people skills.”
Klumpp’s humor and lightheartedness captures the essence of a fun-filled senior well on his way to bigger and better things.