Yes. I made it! Norovirus 2009 came and went. This will be remembered globally alongside the world changing events, in years to come, that include the Great hamburger patty shortage of ’72, the Lack of flying Penguins over Southern Iraq of ’87, Bad hairstyles of the 80’s scandal of ’89, Southerly Migration of Michael Jackson’s nose in ’94, the 2001: Millennium and one bug in ’01 (duh!) and the Not enough letter “P’s” on keyboards crisis in ’08.
To be honest. The two days off class were kool. But the making up for the missed two days of classes sucked more than the ending of Lady in the water (yeah, I know this is old – I don’t have time for movies, or T.V, or fun, or life….) In any event, I’ll give credit to Babson and the staff for how quickly they acted in the midst of this “outbreak” – if only SA’s legal system worked this quickly.
Speaking of which – seriously?! On a technicality? Zuma has his charges dropped? That’s like saying that the litmus paper to test the Sulfuric acid that burnt my hand was creased. That doesn’t change the fact that the ITS ACID and that my hand is now disfigured. Hmm…..a more appropriate analogy than I had initially thought. But seriously?! What the heck. And now I bet he goes on to be the president. And besides the 836 corruption charges (or something like that), views on HIV/Aids (Note to Americans: In a historic study by Bra Zuma (Bra – means brother, not something to hold a boob; and when I say boob – I mean idiot, like in Zuma: that’s a circular reference) getting rid of HIV is pretty simple, rinse, lather, wash, repeat), lack of education and rather scary resemblance to a dehorned Rhino – the bigger question is: What do we call his wives? First lady, second lady, third lady, etc… Does that make them “Skewed right and the seven chores?” (think of another word beside chores that I could use, but not for the children and sensitive viewers).
Anyway, so back to Beaverland. It was the 2nd Buffoonary night – where MBA’s gather in jest and joke to make fun of all and sundry in a light hearted and cheerful manner. What is really means, is that this is one of two nights when you can really say what you think of your peers and they need to laugh at it. And yet again…I am thought of as Australian. Sigh. Thereafter, a new tradition of Xplosion and socializing, drinking and dancing till the early hours when the cops will shut you down for making too much noise – all in a day’s work.
In other news, the Wingnut is running for class president. Yes. And I am taking it seriously. Yes. Stop it – I can hear you giggling from there. All the candidates for all the positions running for the student council are very well qualified. I based my message on 2 things – more community amoung programs (the additional numbers at least give me a chance to meet some females who can stand to be in my presence for more than 48 seconds) and better representation across the programs (unlike the elections, where I assume the government – as a representative sample – will show that SA is a nation of criminals, morons, a butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker led by a hornless rhino).
I hope that I am wrong (about SA – not my campaign message at Babson). I really do. I often am, except when I think I’ve failed an exam – then I wish I was wrong. This is a pivotal point in SA’s history, possibly as significant as our 1st democratic elections in ’94. I hope that Mr. Zuma is surrounded by good people and has the leadership, wisdom and morals to lead SA…Or else maybe we need to wait till 2049 when the Wingnut will run for President and complete his plan for world domination. Only time will tell.