The recent turn of events on campus has been sudden and hard-striking. It was a harsh wake-up call to students, who normally ignore such public displays of idiocy. In the future, we should focus our efforts on improving our relationship with the larger community, through leadership and involvement with various organizations of different acronyms. There are so many ways to alleviate the situation; we just have to think more and talk . . . more. Yes, thinking is great, almost as great as talking. If we had to identify the most perfect verb in the English language, it would be “to thralk.” But I digress. Postulate before you articulate, and then gesticulate for good measure.
As far as I’m concerned, what happened was just a fluke in the blatantly corrupt system—even Bennet was blind to the inevitable carnage! The President of the University is supposed to have his finger on the button. The button of life. And the button of students. And by that, I mean that he controls student life at its most base form. The ball was dropped like the bomb, and now we are suffering the consequences, like Hiroshima. Are we so preoccupied with life that we failed to see how this would affect us? If you make your classmate cry, ask yourself, “why?” This could save you much embarrassment later in life. (editor’s note: I was made to dress up in doll’s clothing as a child. I cry A LOT.)
To capsulate, who is to blame? Is it the administration? The students? Dubya? NO! (well, Dubya’s always a little guilty. Like of pedophilia) NO. The answer is your mom . . . the dirty, dirty whore.
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