Great letter. And thanks for kicking in their teeth in the prior post for seizing the fraternity houses. They will never see another cent of my money because of that farce.
Best regards.
Helms, that's one scary photo. Scary.
Tobin was my freshman year advisor. We hated each other. So, I didn't take any history classes that year. Moving to another advisor sophomore year, I got up the courage to take a history course. Ended up in Esther Kanipe's class on the French Revolution.
Really, it had nothing to do with the fact that Kanipe taught the French Revolution through the eyes of a feminist communist -- nothing to do with it. But, as it was, and unrelated to Kanipe's inane politics, I was late to almost every class, which was taught in that little red building along Campus Dr. -- can't remember the name. Her classroom had a peculiar feature in that the blackboard was built across the doorway. Whenever I'd barge into class, late, I'd barge through her blackboard. One day, I smacked her as she was chalking up the board.
She HATED me. I never worked harder for a C-minus.
These fools are all smug over this episode. Nobody is fooled, but by themselves. Thank God for the open society that this internet thing has brought about. This story wouldn't have happened with but the MSM.