Yes, but IU is a leader in diversity, equality and inclusion. Shouldn't that be worth something during this administration of woeful...excuse me, WOKEfulness?
I saved an article in the IDS (now the IWS? (Indiana Weekly Student) printed several years ago. IU was offering a class in Grade Surprise Phenomenon. I shit you, not! It instructed students how to deal with the "trauma" of getting a course grade lower than what you thought deserved. Maybe the Indiana Weakly Student would be as appropriate. Apparently, on your way to this class you could stop off at a designated "safe place" for free hot chocolate and cookies to ameliorate your inner angst over the reality of life under a newly elected Trump administration.
Can it be long before we see "Myles Brand lives!" written on the bathroom stalls and class room halls? Next time I eat a Strom at Nicks I might have to take along a Magic Marker of indelible ink. You'll know abraxis and Kilroy were here and he's had his sandwich, washed down in a red buffalo-embossed glass jar...a PBR of good "head" the cute, IU coed "hands" me before receiving my impressive "tip" for her service. No one ever walks out of Nick's without a grin, and this one's gonna be my "big cheesy," shit-eat'n grin, the kind that make's 'em want to wipe that face!
I can't tell you how many times growing up I heard someone tell me to wipe that shit-eat'n grin off your face, (abraxis). Other times they'd look at me and break out in song, "You got the cutest, little baby-face." They never continued the song to its fruition. I always thought that odd. Needless to say, three days before my official retirement, I quite shaving and haven't since. The other day I ran into someone I hadn't seen for awhile. He told me I look more like Grizzly Adams every time he sees me. When one reaches 73 tomorrow, you weigh every comment on scales when it comes to comments about your personal appearance. So after self-deliberation void of any length, I thanked him for the compliment and he probably wondered why. In walk away, I turned around for one last grin, not needing to grin him any longer. It was at that moment, he in wonder no wong...excuse me longer, the truth that was spoken.
Wife told me the other day I was starting to smell like an old man. People wonder why I've gone quiet...shy man that I am. Sadly, I'm not kidding so I just thought if I could help someone... an honest inkling of the state of being left coming, it wouldn't shock those in drop between her knees never coming.
As bad as they are in this season come undone, I hate to wait 8 days before another one, this next one finally coming. "Whew!" I needed that and "Amen" said never hurt, that, too.
This one will someday be filed under "Post-Covid Mental States", sub-category "Grandiose Delusions" the current generation's coming Grand Illusions of Liam I Am...
...out revisited, the experiment"s never ceasing, some not getting.