Man! What is going on in The D lately? You can't throw a D on the floor and pee on it without hitting at least four of those annoying "He said, she said" / "You said, I said" columns. In order to keep with the trend, I though I would write my own. However, I wanted the discussion panel to be somewhat original, so I decided that this column will feature the different voices in my head. To anyone out there who actually suffers from schizophrenia, I am only joking. Also, to anyone out there who actually suffers from schizophrenia, I am only joking.
Rob: Hey Rob, how's it going?
Rob: Pretty well, Rob. How about you Rob?
Rob: Same here. Hey, what do you think of that new fence around Kiewit?
Rob: I think it's pretty stupid.
Rob: Yeah, we need another construction project around here like we need a hole in our collective head.
Rob: Agreed. That whole area over by Kiewit and the med school looks like a refugee camp under siege.
Rob: Yeah. Hopefully one of the mortar rounds will hit Gerry/Bradley soon.
Rob: That would make it worth the trouble of biking all the way around the stupid library to get from Steele home to the River.
Rob: Speaking of the River, do you think that as long as we're doing all this construction, someone will come knock down the River Cluster too?
Rob: Well, they don't quite have to do that, but if they could maybe move it about five miles closer to the campus, that would be nice.
Rob: Speaking of sandwiches, I'm hungry. Let's go to Thayer.
Rob: We weren't speaking of sandwiches.
Rob: Shut up. I'm hungry. Let's go get a sandwich.
Rob: Well good plan, hungry boy. It only takes about two hours to stand in line and get a sandwich at Thayer.
Rob: I know. Judging by the rate of sandwich making, you'd think they were performing an organ transplant at the same time and they could only be bothered to make your ham on wheat once the patient received a new liver.
Rob: I don't like liver. At least Thayer doesn't make that.
Rob: That's true. Luckily liver doesn't come from the same animal as those fried chicken breast things, because we sure see those enough in a given week.
Rob: I know. You would think that at the rate we go through them, they must come in those huge relief shipment crates like the ones they send to refugees.
Rob: Speaking of which, how many people are living in that refugee camp up behind Kiewit again?
Rob: It's just a construction zone, idiot.
Rob: Well it sure looks like a camp in a war-torn area. I almost got killed by snipers jumping fences to get to my class.
Rob: And more people are coming in lately.
Rob: More refugees?
Rob: No, the '02s!
Rob: Yeah, it was probably about the perfect time to dot the campus with more of the mud and chain link decor that discerning prospectives look for in a college.
Rob: Oh hush! We'll just take any prospectives we meet to other parts of the campus.
Rob: Yeah, we can bring them to see Chem 6!
Rob: Over the fences? The weak and inexperienced would never make it alive!
Rob: Oh yeah. Well, what could we do with them?
Rob: Why don't we take them to Thayer to not get a sandwich.
Rob: Good idea. I'm still hungry.
