Suspend your disbelief for this column, and imagine a special place with me. This place is called Summersville. In Summersville, the boys date boys and the girls date girls.
Within the next week, the Class of 1993 Senior Executive Committee must create a ceremony to replace the now defunct clay pipes tradition.
After a year of service on the Committee on Standards, I have witnessed an appalling number of academic dishonesty cases and an even larger number of excuses. Perhaps what is most upsetting is the lack of respect some students have towards the quality of their scholarship and the integrity of their classmates.
Last Thursday I wore baseball cap boasting my fraternity letters. The next day I wore a black and gold hat from West Africa.