Around Trinity
Tripod Staff
Issue date: 3/15/05 Section: Features
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That Wasn't on the Menu ...
This weekend many daring seniors gave Trinity a piece of themselves (or several) to remember them by, but one especially bold soul really went balls-out by sitting through the entire Senior Brunch in his birthday suit. As if it were not enough that he distracted his fellow classmates from their mini-bagels, he then approached Dean Card to shake his hand and nonchalantly shoot the breeze for another thirty minutes. AT applauds this fellow's go-getter attitude and wishes him well in his postgraduate endeavors, although for the next time he chats with higher-ups at a formal affair, AT advises that he wear a tie.
What Would Raether Say?
Senior exhibitionists left no place unvisited Sunday afternoon - not even the hallowed halls of the Raether Library. A veritable flock of senior men and women strutted their stuff past shelves and volumes and perplexed librarians. Even in this time of celebration, AT would like to remind all overzealous seniors to please keep the debauchery down to a minimum; people are trying to read.
Boxers or Briefs? You Don't Have to Ask
Apparently, some overeager freshmen wanted to be just like the cool older kids and prove that they, too, are man enough for this campus. On Saturday night, AT witnessed five freshman boys gleefully scampering down Vernon St. donning nothing but that loveable men's underclothing known in the colloquial as "tighty whiteys." Don't worry, boys, your time will come ... you'll fill out those briefs soon enough.
Go Commando ... Just Don't Leave a Trail
It's one thing to find articles of clothing strewn haphazardly across the laundry room floor of Hansen, but it's quite another to stumble upon ladies' undergarments on your way back from the Bistro. On Saturday afternoon, AT nearly trampled over a lovely pair of light lavender panties lying forlornly on the lower Long Walk. Ignoring the obvious question of how those panties got there in the first place, AT hopes that the walk home for this poor girl (or guy) was not too drafty on these frosty March nights.
At Least They Remembered the Film
Post-Senior Brunch craziness came right into the Tripod office Sunday afternoon, when two cocktail-happy members of your friendly newspaper staff escaped into the Jackson Dark Room for some private celebrating of their own. Have you ever wondered why it smells funny in that room? Well, now you know.
This weekend many daring seniors gave Trinity a piece of themselves (or several) to remember them by, but one especially bold soul really went balls-out by sitting through the entire Senior Brunch in his birthday suit. As if it were not enough that he distracted his fellow classmates from their mini-bagels, he then approached Dean Card to shake his hand and nonchalantly shoot the breeze for another thirty minutes. AT applauds this fellow's go-getter attitude and wishes him well in his postgraduate endeavors, although for the next time he chats with higher-ups at a formal affair, AT advises that he wear a tie.
What Would Raether Say?
Senior exhibitionists left no place unvisited Sunday afternoon - not even the hallowed halls of the Raether Library. A veritable flock of senior men and women strutted their stuff past shelves and volumes and perplexed librarians. Even in this time of celebration, AT would like to remind all overzealous seniors to please keep the debauchery down to a minimum; people are trying to read.
Boxers or Briefs? You Don't Have to Ask
Apparently, some overeager freshmen wanted to be just like the cool older kids and prove that they, too, are man enough for this campus. On Saturday night, AT witnessed five freshman boys gleefully scampering down Vernon St. donning nothing but that loveable men's underclothing known in the colloquial as "tighty whiteys." Don't worry, boys, your time will come ... you'll fill out those briefs soon enough.
Go Commando ... Just Don't Leave a Trail
It's one thing to find articles of clothing strewn haphazardly across the laundry room floor of Hansen, but it's quite another to stumble upon ladies' undergarments on your way back from the Bistro. On Saturday afternoon, AT nearly trampled over a lovely pair of light lavender panties lying forlornly on the lower Long Walk. Ignoring the obvious question of how those panties got there in the first place, AT hopes that the walk home for this poor girl (or guy) was not too drafty on these frosty March nights.
At Least They Remembered the Film
Post-Senior Brunch craziness came right into the Tripod office Sunday afternoon, when two cocktail-happy members of your friendly newspaper staff escaped into the Jackson Dark Room for some private celebrating of their own. Have you ever wondered why it smells funny in that room? Well, now you know.
