The meth commercials on TV and the sides of the buses that drive through campus scare me a little. Ads with creepy surprise almost dead people in your shower, or getting accosted in the laundromat are off-putting. I don’t appreciate the association between scummy bathroom stalls and lost virginity regardless of the drug message.

I guess that makes the ads effective, or at least successful, if creepy was their goal. I think it says a lot that we need to go to graphic scenarios to teach kids about drug resistance these days. I prefer the more mental breakfast-themed anti-drug messages from the 80s.

Speaking of graduation, I got a card in the mail inviting me to a morning reception on graduation day at “The Gardens of The President’s House” I remember this is something my Bronze Tablet/Campus Honors undergrad classmates were invited to. (ha, not me, not even close.) Why am I invited now? Because I’m a graduate student? Because I’m special? Because my name was randomly selected, and if I could leave directions to my house with the Prize Patrol I may already have won $10,000,000? (Probably not.) If anyone could clear up for me why I got invited, I’d appreciate it.

I’m probably not going to go, because even with the complimentary shuttle, I don’t think it would work for my family. There are too many logistics as it is on graduation day that it’s not worth adding something at 8am. (And it means waking up for stacks that much earlier.) The friends that went to the reception at undergrad graduation said it was a downer … that the president and chancellor couldn’t look more disinterested. But it’s different staff now, so anything’s possible.

(And “complimentary shuttle” — like the MTD doesn’t run anyway. I like how the administration gives us things that already exist and call them special. Another example, complimentary pre-season holiday-weekend football tickets. But I’m not complaining too much. I like the Gift Days.)

The card is pretty boring. They should have signed it:

B. There or
B. Square.
B. Joseph White.

Or saved the paper and the stamp and just sent me the invite on Facebook. Get with the program people!

I have a twenty three and a half inch head. (And very small ears.) Graduation garb is ordered.

I never did anything with mounting or special displays for my B.S. diploma. Now, looking at Herff Jones website, I remember why. It’s $108 to frame the dumb thing. True, it might be a $20k piece of paper, but does it have to be so expensive to frame?

I enjoy reading the bar signs on Daniels Street to/from class. In particular, I’ve learned so many different ways to spell ‘jager bomb’ Yeger, I think, was my favorite. Yegger (must rhyme with kegger)