Another White Out has come and gone.

Penn State football took care of business with a decisive 31-0 victory over Iowa in this year’s White Out to jump to 4-0 in front of 110,830 fans. After a night that was nothing short of magical, some of our seniors took time to reflect on their last White Out as Penn State students.

Brady Miller

I remember my first White Out like it was yesterday, so to say Saturday was my last doesn’t feel real. I was fortunate enough to get into the stadium just after the gates opened, so I found myself only about 15 rows from the field. Honestly, I was expecting the rain to be worse, but I still would’ve been there had it been storming.

There are no words to explain the White Out. It’s something so much more that can only be described as an utter feeling. I’ve watched the White Out every year from the time I learned what football was and to say I was able to experience it in real life is a dream come true.

I’m writing this as I still have no voice from the amount of singing and screaming I was doing. Although I do wish the game could’ve been a bit better, Iowa was very much deserving of the beatdown it received.

Megan Kelby

Nothing short of a daylong affair, my last White Out was a bittersweet cliche. Highlights included buying my first poncho, eating a cold hotdog, and waiting 45 minutes at a standstill Gate A with a couple fighting behind me the whole time.

Nonetheless, I got to be around some of the people I love the most watching one of the things I love the most: a Penn State win. Soak it up while you can, kids. They weren’t kidding when they said it goes by fast.

Marie Moyer

Overall, I was really happy with how White Out went. Despite the weather, everything went smoothly. I hit a couple of tailgates and met up with friends to go into the stadium. I have to be honest, I didn’t have any major feelings. Maybe it was the fact I was tired from the night before (sorry Mom) or it was that this was a blowout game with no nail-biting moments. Looking across the stadium was spectacular, obviously, but I definitely felt more of a laid-back vibe than an overly excited one.

Either way, I’m happy I went. I’m always in awe of the visual scenes of the White Out and the general Penn State pride that pushed me to apply here. The only issue is that I probably lived too “in the moment” to take enough pictures.

Max Zarbo

Although I am a senior, this was just the second White Out that I’ve been to, and I would say that I have been pretty lucky with the two games that I was able to attend. The first White Out game that I went to was during my sophomore year when Penn State beat Auburn, and that was one of the craziest environments I’ve ever been in. 

This year, I was fortunate enough to be on the field photographing the game for one of my classes. Being on the sidelines was so surreal, and I’m thankful to be able to do something that not many can say they did while at Penn State.

Sarah Lynn DeCarlo

The White Out as a senior brought its highs and lows. It was the last time I’ll ever see a sea of white as a student, but it was a wholesome time. I️ had a great time tailgating despite the rain and cold. I️ tailgate-hopped to a few places, met some parents, had great laughs, and had good drinks.

Getting into the stadium was fine, but once we claimed our seats, a series of events occurred where students pissed me off and then weren’t nice while in the stands. Besides that, I️ had a decent in-game experience and smiled a lot because of how amazing this school is. I will be 100% more sad at the last home game.

Nina Jeffries

This was my first-ever White Out, and I was sad it also was my last as a student. I was able to make the most of it with plenty of highs throughout the day. I got great spot to watch the team walk into the stadium, though, James Frankin denied me a high-five, so I that was the only low of the day.

After entering the student section, I made the S-Zone for the first time and then got to watch an electric game. Overall, I would say it was a perfect day, though I would have liked a high-five, James.

Rico Gore

There are certain things that truly embody the “We Are” spirit. Obviously, THON is probably top of that list, but the White Out is an extremely close second in my book. It may not feel like it that much, but we all play a part. I take the White Out very seriously. If my voice is still intact the next day, I failed this school.

I feel like almost everyone seems to have that same mentality. Just one person screaming at the top of their lungs is nothing. But 110,000+ people screaming makes quite the spectacle. We are all “We Are” every day, but it can be tough to tangibly see that in action. However, during the White Out, there is something even more visible than a sea of white — the togetherness that defines Penn State.

After about the third time the crowd noise caused disruption on the field, I remember turning to my friend and saying “Man, I love this place.” I wasn’t talking about the student section. I wasn’t talking about the Beaver Stadium. I wasn’t even talking about the State College area. I was talking about Penn State. Not the place, but the people. So, even though this was my last White Out as a student (fingers crossed I graduate), it is hardly my last White Out ever. I have officially drank the Kool-Aid. I get it now. I understand what it means to be “We Are.” I love this place. I love these people. I love Penn State.

Lizzie Palmieri

They don’t call it the Greatest Show in College Sports for nothing. From the sheer beauty of seeing Beaver Stadium iced out with the spirit of Penn Staters, I know I will remember my last White Out for the rest of my life.

While many seniors most likely enjoyed the game from the student section, I found myself with a view from seats closer to heaven than they are to the field. Sitting all the way up in section SBU with my family, there was nowhere else I’d rather be. The bird’s eye view of the field while sitting with the people I love was more than enough to make it a great day and a lifelong memory from my senior year at Penn State. Adding in the complete shutout against Iowa, I truly wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.