I thought I would come back feeling refreshed, but it turns
out the sh*t just kept piling up while I was away and now I’ve got to put on
some sort of haz-mat suit and try to wade through it.
In a surprising turn of events, it turns out that Brady
actually does have a heart and that even it was feeling a certain level of
hostility towards her. When she finally listens to it, it says what we all knew
all along: Leave. Now.
Fortunately, this isn’t a monarchy and we aren’t thereafter
subjected to the rule of her husband whose lack of both a heart and a soul has
been confirmed on many separate occasions.
To our former chancellor: I wish you a speedy recovery and a
great deal of insight.
Also, goodbye and good riddance.
The search for her replacement continues underground, in a
darkened room, with all the lights off, in a closet, under a blanket, using
only a secret set of hand signals that, even if somebody could see them, are
incomprehensible. Chances are, we will hire a mole, if for nothing else than to
give the beleaguered search committee an opportunity to come to the surface for
air.
Edna Chun continues to be a non-entity. Standing up for no
one at all times in all places. I remember my math teacher telling me that
multiplying two negatives make a positive, but I think I have finally found an
exception…I would therefore like my tests from high school to be regarded based
on this discovery.
Mason continues to engage in his extremely excellent
opportunity that was presented only 10 months after UNCG was hit by Hurricane
Paul. The opportunity? To sit at home and not be working at UNCG. If only we’d
known that was his idea of an advance, we could have arranged it from the
start.
The Board of Governors and NC legislature appear to have
been taken over by a committee of aliens whose only basis for understanding
human behavior has come from repeatedly watching movies such as “Trolls” and
“The Beginning of the End.”
Legislation to mandate that professors teach 8 courses a year
should soon give way to regulation to teach 24, be subjected to a curfew, and
wear a special identifying arm band so that their tainted blood won’t mix
freely with the pure.
There’s really only two questions left to be asked:
Where are we going? And, why are we in this hand basket?
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