Getting Tanked at Homecoming
Homecoming is healthy mix of people you want to see and people you want to throw through a window. The young grad social thing at Europa last night felt like some sort of speed dating session. You've got four hours to catch up with all these clowns you haven't seen in year. Oh, and lets throw in a ridiculous amount of alcohol. We got there early to beat the rush and a high school reunion was letting out in the basement, which by the way, was entirely too small to handle a homecoming event. Anyway, some old guy, and I'm not joking here, starts feeling up me and Preston. He did have nice smooth hands, but really, what the hell is that? He eventually wandered off and I think I saw him and Preston sneak into the bathroom for some heavy petting action later in the night.
We actually went to the UR football game and managed to get in using our old spidercards. Where do they get the balls trying to charge alums $20 for a game during homecoming? I'll be paying off loans to UR until 2019. After that, alright, I'll cough up a few bucks for a football game. Hell, I may even donate to the annual fund so I can help the endowment grow to $58,495,857,485,953. But until the day comes, leave me alone, bitches.
There was a well-written article in the Collegian this week about UR's massive tuition squeezing out kids from middle-class families. Basically, point is the only ones who can afford to attend anymore are the rich who can afford to pony up 40g's in cash each year and the poor, who are subsidized by the rich with hefty aid packages. The administration can spin the numbers any way it wants, but it's the truth, and it's a sad situation.
I got confirmation on what I had thought all along as to why I didn't get the richmond.com job this summer. Mike Ward, who essentially wrote the same Collegian garbage that I did a few years earlier and now works at richmond.com, said the guy they hired for the position was the editor's old buddy. I guess that's just the way the real world turns and really, the guy they hired is a decent writer, but I have no doubt in my mind that I could've done a better job. My writing style would thrive at a publication with the type of creative freedom richmond.com affords.
(A paragraph has been deleted from this space due to incriminating details about John's life.)
We actually went to the UR football game and managed to get in using our old spidercards. Where do they get the balls trying to charge alums $20 for a game during homecoming? I'll be paying off loans to UR until 2019. After that, alright, I'll cough up a few bucks for a football game. Hell, I may even donate to the annual fund so I can help the endowment grow to $58,495,857,485,953. But until the day comes, leave me alone, bitches.
There was a well-written article in the Collegian this week about UR's massive tuition squeezing out kids from middle-class families. Basically, point is the only ones who can afford to attend anymore are the rich who can afford to pony up 40g's in cash each year and the poor, who are subsidized by the rich with hefty aid packages. The administration can spin the numbers any way it wants, but it's the truth, and it's a sad situation.
I got confirmation on what I had thought all along as to why I didn't get the richmond.com job this summer. Mike Ward, who essentially wrote the same Collegian garbage that I did a few years earlier and now works at richmond.com, said the guy they hired for the position was the editor's old buddy. I guess that's just the way the real world turns and really, the guy they hired is a decent writer, but I have no doubt in my mind that I could've done a better job. My writing style would thrive at a publication with the type of creative freedom richmond.com affords.
(A paragraph has been deleted from this space due to incriminating details about John's life.)
posted by Ryan at 4:37 PM
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ur a bloody wanker
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