times are tough for campus jesus'
father winter has undone his belt and made the mid-atlantic bend over. classes closed for the first time today. the hard headed chancellor of this fine institution must have walked out his front door, which is on campus, and ice skated his way to the mailbox, saying to himself "this weather is pure shit, maybe i should call classe off." deeming him now as brilliant. the modern day jesus. remind me to tell you my theory on the campus jesus: every campus has one. you know the biblical rip van winkle type with rope sandals douched in patchuli. i dare anyone to dispute this theory. i'd like to know of a campus that doesn't have the holy lord walking around, a trail of flies dead in his path. if there is such a place then i'm there. i will grow a beard and attend philosophy classes, pissing the atheist prof to bits. then, when i get kicked out, i'll join the circus. revitalize the bearded lady. (actually there was a bearded gal in the writing lab today. no shit.) gillete postergirl.