LETTER FROM: Chutney Bundals
Issue date: 3/8/06 Section: Commentary
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To: jeremyspoke@gmail.com
From: chutneybundals@yahoo.com
Jeremy-
I write you this in hiding because the revolution has already begun. I can't hazard a light in my room in case they see, so I'm writing by candlelight. The mobs are roving like wolves in the night.
You see, the president has proposed a new college for the University of Dallas, a pre-professional college with majors like, "Communications," and "Information Technologies." This has not sat well with a contingent of students.
Led by the grad students, who seem to have endless amounts of time on their hands - I still haven't exactly found out what you're supposed to do in graduate school. Two or three classes a semester would not fill up my time - the revolution gained steam by the creation of a Facebook group called Students Saving the Core Before All is Lost. They've holed themselves up in a little garret at the Condos like the Essenes awaiting the eschaton, which would follow if the Core were tampered with, or even looked at funny.
I was visiting a friend over there, drinking some tea. I felt like how it must have felt to be in a St. Petersburg salon a few months before their revolution. We were talking, of course, about the core, and I followed my friend outside where he had a cigarette. It was then that I gave my opinion that the new college sounded pretty neat to me, really neat in fact, and that I couldn't understand what all the fuss was about.
I glanced up to an upstairs window, darkened save for the glowing and smoking tops of pipes, and saw five or six bearded faces peering at me and writing something down in a little book. My friend went ashen and pulled me back inside his apartment.
"Don't you know you can't say things like that around here? This isn't Old Mill, Chutney. The Condos are securely held by the Cords."
The Cords were those in favor of the Core; the Coroners were those who thought some change might be beneficial. I can't believe my stupidity in forgetting that I was in Cord Country.
From: chutneybundals@yahoo.com
Jeremy-
I write you this in hiding because the revolution has already begun. I can't hazard a light in my room in case they see, so I'm writing by candlelight. The mobs are roving like wolves in the night.
You see, the president has proposed a new college for the University of Dallas, a pre-professional college with majors like, "Communications," and "Information Technologies." This has not sat well with a contingent of students.
Led by the grad students, who seem to have endless amounts of time on their hands - I still haven't exactly found out what you're supposed to do in graduate school. Two or three classes a semester would not fill up my time - the revolution gained steam by the creation of a Facebook group called Students Saving the Core Before All is Lost. They've holed themselves up in a little garret at the Condos like the Essenes awaiting the eschaton, which would follow if the Core were tampered with, or even looked at funny.
I was visiting a friend over there, drinking some tea. I felt like how it must have felt to be in a St. Petersburg salon a few months before their revolution. We were talking, of course, about the core, and I followed my friend outside where he had a cigarette. It was then that I gave my opinion that the new college sounded pretty neat to me, really neat in fact, and that I couldn't understand what all the fuss was about.
I glanced up to an upstairs window, darkened save for the glowing and smoking tops of pipes, and saw five or six bearded faces peering at me and writing something down in a little book. My friend went ashen and pulled me back inside his apartment.
"Don't you know you can't say things like that around here? This isn't Old Mill, Chutney. The Condos are securely held by the Cords."
The Cords were those in favor of the Core; the Coroners were those who thought some change might be beneficial. I can't believe my stupidity in forgetting that I was in Cord Country.