Heterosexual misery in a gay world
Suspend your disbelief for this column, and imagine a special place with me. This place is called Summersville.
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Suspend your disbelief for this column, and imagine a special place with me. This place is called Summersville.
Within the next week, the Class of 1993 Senior Executive Committee must create a ceremony to replace the now defunct clay pipes tradition. While it is impossible for anybody to know if this new tradition will be as successful as the old, there are certain ceremonial characteristics the committee should consider which can help develop and maintain long term stability of the 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.
Last Thursday I wore baseball cap boasting my fraternity letters. The next day I wore a black and gold hat from West Africa. I had a much different set of "friends" on Thursday than I did on Friday.