Things observed over Graduation Weekend
Frat boys, and their ex-frat-boy dads, doing crappy shots and drinking crappy beer together. Didn't seem to be too much evolution going on.
The thriving townie ecosystem, mullets and all, that scavenges the junk left behind by college students. (Actually, there's a lot of good stuff that's junked needlessly as people try to stuff their cars. I'd totally join in the gathering if I lived here.)
A douchebag walking down 6th street, verrrrrrry subtlllllllely 'hiding' a beer bottle under his untucked pink shirt. At least the collars were down...
The fact that, sweet zombie Ceiling Cat, people can learn a lot between first and senior years. Not that they were ignorant before, but, damn!
The following drawing of a banana, which was on a door in a hallway used for housing for visitors, and which toooootally began life as a cock and balls:
The fact that if a middle aged white guy in golf-club-type clothes says the name "Obama", I am unlikely to enjoy listening to the following conversation.
The grand total of three computer science profs who walking in graduation. Two others are overseas, three others are too lazy and never bother with pomp, and I don't know where the two new guys were.
A guy from my frosh hall, now a staff member, marching in the procession just because he felt like it. They let staff do that, but most are lazy.
The fact that even I can get a little sentimental. There now exists a picture of me in a borrowed cap and gown.
The thriving townie ecosystem, mullets and all, that scavenges the junk left behind by college students. (Actually, there's a lot of good stuff that's junked needlessly as people try to stuff their cars. I'd totally join in the gathering if I lived here.)
A douchebag walking down 6th street, verrrrrrry subtlllllllely 'hiding' a beer bottle under his untucked pink shirt. At least the collars were down...
The fact that, sweet zombie Ceiling Cat, people can learn a lot between first and senior years. Not that they were ignorant before, but, damn!
The following drawing of a banana, which was on a door in a hallway used for housing for visitors, and which toooootally began life as a cock and balls:
The fact that if a middle aged white guy in golf-club-type clothes says the name "Obama", I am unlikely to enjoy listening to the following conversation.
The grand total of three computer science profs who walking in graduation. Two others are overseas, three others are too lazy and never bother with pomp, and I don't know where the two new guys were.
A guy from my frosh hall, now a staff member, marching in the procession just because he felt like it. They let staff do that, but most are lazy.
The fact that even I can get a little sentimental. There now exists a picture of me in a borrowed cap and gown.