I'm not interested in presenting a series of character profiles, because there's really only one guy at Vanderbilt you need to be aware of.

He could be anyone, and you know him very well. He's that guy in your philosophy class who rubs off verbal knuckle children via pontificating about his higher-than-thou views and using words like pontificate. He sits behind you and whispers in your ear, "You know, Descartes had it all wrong..." and you know he can't wait for a differing opinion from another parasite for attention.  He's like some strange Kissam experiment gone wrong.

If you're the fake hippie in my philosophy class, I hope your existential ponderings have lead you to the conclusion that the only thing we can be sure of is that no one gives a shit about your unneccessary participation.


Back to vacation.