Cheers:

Campus bikers crashing into each other: During high-traffic passing periods, campus bikers occasionally ride into each other’s front wheels.  This is a strange phenomenon in part because the parties typically head straight for each other right up until the collision.  Maybe each one assumes that the other will move, like in a high-speed game of chicken?  If no harm is inflicted, these incidents lighten the drooping spirit.

Kizer: The redshirt freshman quarterback has so far proven to be up to the task of replacing injured starter Malik Zaire.  May his solid play continue!

Fall weather: Fall officially began yesterday, and the weather on campus has been quite unobjectionable of late, featuring lots of blue skies and warm temperatures—not too hot, and yet, at the same time, not too cold.  The only problems that arise are for those of us who have been inflicted with 8 a.m. classes: imagine waking up every day knowing that you can either dress for warmth as the morning temperatures dip into the lower 40’s, but then roast in your own garb for the rest of the day, or suffer the cold resignedly to allow for more bodily comfort in the afternoon hours.  A small price to pay, in the grand scheme of things.

Jeers:

The Plague: Ah, autumn, the annual time when students spread their illnesses prolifically!  Clinging to the irrational belief that coughing or sneezing into one’s hands is a helpful way to prevent the spreading of germs, a small cadre of unwell students can do a remarkable amount of damage in a matter of a few class periods in DeBart.

Senior theses: Apart from the fact that the word “theses” calls to mind uncomfortable homophones, we’ve noticed that the only senior theses to get plastered on walls all over O’Shag and other buildings are those written by students who have mastered the campus buzzword system: simply stick words like “international,” “irrigation,” “structural,” “systems,” et alia in, and you’re assured a place of prominence.

Squirrels in your personal space: Friendly squirrels are a nice thing, but there is a line between friendliness and invasion of privacy.  When one is enjoying a fresh tin of trail mix outside on a fine autumn afternoon, a squirrel really should not be within 18 inches of one’s face attempting to partake in the feast. Some would say that once a squirrel has had his or her paws in your trail mix, you should discard it, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and the trail mix must be preserved.
Tim and Michael are and always will be brothers.  They have know each other for quite some time, and wonder if this time their mother will find their work humorous.