Subversion in the name of restoration.

What we have here is a reservoir of my heavier writings, you know, the substantial ones that are too important to be buried down by trivialities. Nevertheless, the topics span a wide spectrum, from personal experiences to short essays-rants. To quote McLuhan: “I don’t want them to believe me, I just want them to think.”
You’d think that after all these heavy years I would learn. Guess what. I did. So to hell with the apples. To hell with the praise. Tonight, we bury.
Hardly a week goes by during the school year without some student losing their term paper, lecture notes or presentation due to computer issues. Now we have the solution!
Three days and two nights of hanging around a place I’ll have to deal with for the next four years. Twitch and wince at all the things I can’t stand. Excuse me, but is it no longer possible to learn without worrying about a learning limit?
This morning I decided to become a well-read individual again. Yes, I realize it’s a bit hard to express sarcasm in print. Anyway, I went over to CNN to see what’s new. What’s hot. Because, you know, anything that’s not new and not hot is obviously devoid of worth and meaning.
Given the amount of bullshit in my graduating class, I already knew that the graduation ceremony was going to be a gigantic waste of time and money. I just didn’t realize it was going to be this bad.
A headache. A mess. And some afterthoughts.