by syaffolee

I saw a squirrel the size of a cat sitting in a tree on my way to rehearsal.

I’m exasperated that the editors of the Big T only gave us one week to submit our senior pages. Didn’t they consider giving us more time? I worked as a historian last year, and from what I recall, the seniors had at least a month, if not more, to work on their pictures–and the yearbook got out on time. Maybe the editors this year are trying to overcompensate. Maybe they’re trying to give themselves more leeway. Either way, I hope they don’t have a hard drive failure and get half of the yearbook wiped out like two years ago.

So last night, my roommate and I were trying to come up with ideas for our section. Finally, we made a list of things that would cause death. We’re going to take pictures of ourselves “killing” the Caltech mascot. Why? Because we decided that the best idea would be to vent our bitterness from the preceeding four years.** This morning at the bottom of the list (which we had written outside our room on a whiteboard) someone had added “death by broken heart”. Forgive me for sounding callous, but I’m not sympathizing with anyone who’s distraught that their love life is in shambles–they should have known better before coming to Tech.

We’ll just see how the photos turn out.

**This, of course, should be taken as our opinion and a metaphor (of undergraduate life at Tech). We are not deranged psychos in need of psychiatric help. No people, animals, or inanimate objects will be harmed during the course of our project.