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so after five hours of presentations, deliberation, and confrontation the votes are in.
next semester umass theater guild will be doing...

COMPANY!
and you may have never heard of it, but guess what it has eight female lead roles and six male lead roles and NONE of the girls are prostitutes!
hoorah!

and they lived happily ever after,

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this is the story of my brother. he is cooler than me, so i wrote about him.

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Andy’s friend had canceled on him. But determined to ski, he decided he would just go alone. He would be hiking away from the beaten path and skiing in more challenging terrain than the slopes offered. Already this year, he had logged over a hundred days skiing and hiking in the world famous Grand Tetons in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Earlier in the year, his boss started giving him a hard time about his size, so all fall and winter he worked out, turning his fat into the muscle it had been when he was DCL All-Star Tackle for football in his senior year. He was, at this point in the best shape of his life: twenty-four, muscular, fit, and an expert skier.
It was warm out, as it had been all week. Andy hiked from trail to trail, in awe of the fact that there he was skiing on the best snow in the country, simply enjoying the beautiful day. As he emerged from the woods, he looked around to see if everything was safe. The avalanche warning that day was low due to the mild weather, so he wanted to make sure he was not in a dangerous area. The wind had swept away the excess snow, which could have formed a slab, so he figured he would be fine, and he started down. Just as he began to have second thoughts, he looked behind him in time to see a slab of snow ten feet above his head, and he was overtaken.
Suddenly his world went white; he was tumbling around in a ball of light and dark, fighting for his life. Andy tried to hold onto a branch and his shoulder, the one that was weak from a football injury, was ripped out of its socket. As he continued to fall over a thousand feet down the mountain, he was scrapped across rocks, and found himself struggling to keep consciousness. His knee was shattered and dragging behind him, the major artery in his leg stretched out as far as it could. His other shoulder popped out as he swam through the snow, towards what he could only hope was the sky.
And then he was out; on top of the snow, safe, for now at least. The snow was still sliding down, so he used his one good limb, his left leg, to keep himself above the slab. Finally it stopped. He didn’t quite know what to do with himself, or even how he had managed to survive thus far. He took a minute to collect himself. He was bleeding pretty heavily from the chin, which must have been hit in the fall. His jacket and shirt had been ripped off, but somehow his shirt fell in his lap. Unfortunately he couldn’t lift his arms to put in on. If he didn’t get help soon, he would freeze. But there it was, around his waist, his avalanche beacon. Most skiers wear theirs around their chest, but not him. If he had worn it that way it would have fallen off. He turned it on and was spotted by three skiers below him. One skied down to call for help and the other two went up to see if he was alive, and then to keep him warm and conscious. Andy was going to be fine.
As he was being placed in the rescue helicopter, he suddenly became very aware of something. First, that if he had just stayed home when his friend canceled, this could have been avoided. But more importantly, if he hadn’t been working out to spite his boss, he wouldn’t have had the strength to swim through the snow with dislocated shoulders. If he had been older, his artery in his leg wouldn’t have stretched. He could have lost his leg or even bled to death before being found. And if he hadn’t worn his beacon the way he liked it instead of how he was told to, he wouldn’t have been found so quickly, if at all. It became clear that something, someone, was watching over him. He couldn’t have made it out alive on his own. It has been said that “There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow. But for Andy, my big brother, there was special providence in the flight of the sparrow.