And they say letter writing is dead

Well I've finally done it. My actions have brought about utter panic and nashing of teeth from the Robert Morris College administration. It came in the form of witty banter. Me and some of my friends from the Graphic Arts program were making fun of the "backyard BBQ" event my school was having. It should be noted that talking to a person of another major at RMC is practically like being a diplomat, my school is so damn cliquish. Anyway, I think the letter speaks for itself:

The institution that we call college has forced upon us the means to socialize. In laymen's terms this means that they make the student body pass a large mass of tables and fatty foods in order to get to their cars in hopes that the students will stop and chat with other students outside of their fields. I am sorry to say that this concept has failed. Not to say that the student body is not appreciative of free meals since most of us are paying for things in nickels and dimes, but the fact that you expect such difference in opinions to interact is slightly obtuse.

If you look at the different fields at this school, you will see that all the clicks are different. Graphic designers are the laid back, mellow, joking gang that is usually late and proud of accomplishments aquried. Business groups are more straight forward, always busy, conservative, and eager to get things done right the first, second, and third time. Networking students are more of the kind to always see working in the labs, talking computer lingo, and playing computer games while trying to look busy on projects. And so on and so forth. When trying to put these contradictory individuals together in a close proximity, you will see that the animal behavior of keeping to your own sets in.

Although, you will see a small few of students meander from their group to one or two others, these individuals either have to or they know others they are approaching. For instance, the great Scotty will approach others he has had classes with or knows from being around them while talking to those he knows (and just because he's a friendly guy like that). Again, not that the student body is not thankful for the free food, it just that the atmospheric tone of having to socialize with people you wouldn't talk to even if you were three sheets to the wind and loved everyone, just realize that we will socialize in our own way when we want. But keep the free food comming.

First of all, that "the great Scotty" bit was completely unsolicited. I also might friggin' love this girl. (Just kidding, I am married after all, and nothing can compare to Keri. Perfect Dark? More like Perfect Wife!) Her stereotypes of the majors, while somewhat biased were in fact, hilarious. Especially if you read into them a bit. There was apparently something of a screaming match over the publication of this letter, as if the carefully crafted facade of perfection was starting to crack. If only they realized that it doesn't need to crack. It's pretty much a screen door. All in all I consider it a good day's work.

- Scott

P.S. Goodbye Tim, Springfield will miss you. But don't pretend I won't show up unannounced at some point.