the Colonies — and the second is a reknowned
professor who sometimes wears a trashcan in
stead of a shoe.
The aged are slowly disappearing from the
campus as death and "better" jobs take them
away, but the days of line-pointing and read
ing from the text to the class are still ling
ering. This writer feels that a class should
have some mental stimulation in order to gain
something from each session. However, the ed
ucational processes in some courses seem to
create a desire to bring a pillow to class (in
order to be counted on the roll) or else to
show up for the first class and each test, but
sleep in the comfort of ones own bed during
the transitional periods. In all earnest, I
hope that the "working" self-evaluation policy
that the administration is inflicting upon its
academic departments causes a visible change
while I am still here to criticize. Amen.
ON A POETs LfiWKF/S
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
Eating a Slater meal;
He stuck in his thumb and pulled out a roach,
And said,"That's to be expected."
Little Miss Muffit sat on a tuffit
Eating some Slater food;
Out crawled a spider, that kneeled
down beside her,
And delivered the eulogy.
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