Dear President Bennet,
This letter was written in a state of extreme agitation at 7:45 am.
It is a truism of political thought that people do not recognize the extent of bad governance until it affects their lives personally. Your administration’s ineptitude has entered my life in the form of the screeching bulldozer right outside my window that jolts me awake every single morning, and will continue to do so for the entire interminable year.
Now I am not aware of all the arguments levied by the board of trustees or the alumni or whomever in favor of the construction of the new Fauver Field residences. I only remember that Fauver Field was once a pretty little green corner of the earth where happy lesbians played some happy rugby in the mornings, and happy freshmen and sophomores would watch from their balconies. The happy juniors would drive by on the way to their own woodframe houses in In-Town, and the happy seniors wouldn’t have to worry about their low lottery picks consigning them to the euphemistically-named dorm called the Upper Class Residential Hall with one hundred and four beds.
I am aware of some arguments against it: the ones staring me in the face outside my window, the ones degrading the quality of life for dozens, maybe hundreds of students. The fact that few students, a tiny minority if any at all, are in favor of this; that juniors like having the independence of In-Town with all its disadvantages; that this is costing the University millions of dollars to aggravate instead of alleviate a perceived housing inadequacy, when it could have used that money to hire a couple linguistics or elementary Spanish professors. We weren’t consulted, we would have told you no, and you were wrong to do this.
Why are you remaking this university over in your image and not ours?
Sincerely,
Eric Mosinger
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