Sam's Memory is Poor

El Supremo,

I didn't say Bubba's existed in the 70's;
they were just part of pre-hysteria, and
while plenty of sex was going round, it
hadn't been diagnosed as a sexual abuse
phenomenon with a superstructure to hang
t-shirts on the clothesline each year and re-
present Vagina Monologues over and over
and make us all take on-line sexual
awareness "courses" with a diploma to
mail to Gail.

Second hand smoke hadn't been invented.

The students I have are the smartest ever.
Probably because most are science and env,
studies & ODL people forced to fill a LIT
GEN ED requirement and the word is out
my courses aren't that literary & high-school-
who-said-what-where-when-and-what's-the-
significance-&-hidden-meaning-of-this-sample
-passage-all-over-again been there done that
& no dangling elements or terminal
pre-positions need apply. .

This place is Wide-OPEN and
Way Up-Tight at the same time.
Walking on Water (wow) and
Walking on Eggs (woe)
simultaneously.

One third of my brilliant FYS students
got cited for bad things and had to go
see Art for counseling.

It rides on a spirit of forebears that it hasn't yet
re-invented for it's own self, turning what was
genius into PR and we're not for everyone and
maybe you aren't either. Just because we got
a rope-swing don't mean we're hippie day care
either.

Dangling over a pit of fire by a thread held
precariously between thumb & forefinger of
an angry god, despite the Tom Crumpler's
and Dean Kahls decency: not enough to to
save a village--we're still on the top 4 of some
Coolest Campus list and got good pot and
political ratings plus seem to be surviving the
current economic throes for now. Do I overstate?
Of course, always for the sake of argument.
Or what's a college for?

I love it too. Should be obvious.
As Phil O, says: just practicing
my discipline.

xxxooo, Sam