Time to stand up and reclaim what is ours!
Oftentimes, an injustice will manifest itself upon oneself such as I so as to prompt a LiveJournal entry. My friends, an injustice has indeed caused this post. An injustice of such heinousness, that I have little speech for the nature of matter itself. It is only with great difficulty that I am able to fully realize the scope of what has happened, and then for only short periods of time before fatigue overtakes both my mind and body. For on the very morn of our triumphant Triumph into the Eternal City that is Strake Jesuit College Preparatory, the very dawn of our year at the vanguard, our laurel wreaths on our heads, our very steeds were left out in the bitter cold of mid-August. Yes, our parking spaces were stolen.
In the place where our cars should have parked their weary wheels, the city scurriers that cruise the great city of Houston, were gigantic trucks and suburbans of immense size. These behemoths that occupied our long-held perches stood defiantly in our way, even sticking their noses out at us, impeding us from easily passing by to find other lodging for our beloved automobiles.
The sophomores and juniors (and I leave their titles as mere adjectives, lacking the capitalization that they do not deserve) that own these intruders have encroached on sacred ground. Many throw Biziorncks, but none like us. No other man has the meaning behind our Biziornck. This is our land, and it shall impart room upon these trespassers no more!
Our strategy is this: we must retake our spaces before the invaders have any chance to stake the slightest claim. Tomorrow, at 7 o'clock sharp, we shall retake our beloved parking spots before the overcompensating menace has a chance to prevent us from doing so! The infidels shall be stopped in their monstrous tracks by the swiftness of our response! They shall be driven from this Holy and sacred land! We shall have victory over the infidels!
Tomorrow, we don garments of red to show our courage in the face of adversity; to represent the blood we are willing to shed for this most noble of causes; to distinguish ourselves on the field of battle as we valiantly take to arms to defend our Mecca!
Rally tomorrow in front of the Strake Jesuit theater as early as you can be, and wear a red shirt. Womenfolk, adorn yourselves with whatever red article you can find; large letters work too. For surely God will be with us tomorrow when we take to the field. And we shall triumph over the infidels once and for all! SIC DEUS VULT!!!
- Grant Callender
In the place where our cars should have parked their weary wheels, the city scurriers that cruise the great city of Houston, were gigantic trucks and suburbans of immense size. These behemoths that occupied our long-held perches stood defiantly in our way, even sticking their noses out at us, impeding us from easily passing by to find other lodging for our beloved automobiles.
The sophomores and juniors (and I leave their titles as mere adjectives, lacking the capitalization that they do not deserve) that own these intruders have encroached on sacred ground. Many throw Biziorncks, but none like us. No other man has the meaning behind our Biziornck. This is our land, and it shall impart room upon these trespassers no more!
Our strategy is this: we must retake our spaces before the invaders have any chance to stake the slightest claim. Tomorrow, at 7 o'clock sharp, we shall retake our beloved parking spots before the overcompensating menace has a chance to prevent us from doing so! The infidels shall be stopped in their monstrous tracks by the swiftness of our response! They shall be driven from this Holy and sacred land! We shall have victory over the infidels!
Tomorrow, we don garments of red to show our courage in the face of adversity; to represent the blood we are willing to shed for this most noble of causes; to distinguish ourselves on the field of battle as we valiantly take to arms to defend our Mecca!
Rally tomorrow in front of the Strake Jesuit theater as early as you can be, and wear a red shirt. Womenfolk, adorn yourselves with whatever red article you can find; large letters work too. For surely God will be with us tomorrow when we take to the field. And we shall triumph over the infidels once and for all! SIC DEUS VULT!!!
- Grant Callender