I would like to entertain all of you with perhaps one of the dumbest things I have ever heard.

The other day in Econ we were doing current events about the jena 6.  We were discussing what kind of punishment white kids deserved for hanging nooses from a tree as a threat to black students for sitting under a tree that was considered a whites only area.  The discussion wasn't very lively, since most people agreed that it was a form of hate crime.  But then jennifer stevenson decided to add her brilliant insight to the topic.  She said something along the lines of this:

"Well, I am not condoning the hatred of students of african heritage, but I think the white students could have expressed their feelings in a different way.  They could have for example, put a sign on the tree that said something like 'Excuse me, but please do not sit in this area because this is where we prefer to sit' rather that hanging nooses."

After hearing this, I think my IQ may have dropped about 20 points.  Why didn't any of us think of that?!  The best way to deal with racism and bigotry is by using polite manners!  Imagine how many problems we could have solved in the past if we had simply used polite signs!  All of the race riots and things like that could have been avoided if we had simply but up a nice sign with block lettering.  Man, this world would be a mess if it wasn't for good old Woodbury logic.

I should probably add this story too, since I have a feeling that very soon tailgating before football games will be made illegal.  My friends and I decided to tailgate before the football game on friday.  We were all having a good time.  We were one of three tailgating groups and all of us were close together sharing spatulas and ketchup and all that wonderful business.  Anyway, Connor Sparks and his group of popular folks decide that it would be an awesome idea to grill up some bacon.  So they put the bacon on some tin foil and threw it on the grill.  A few minutes later, the scent of sizzling bacon permeates the air and they go to remove the bacon.  Of course, being the brilliant Hill-Murray students that they are, they try to pick up the bacon by grabbing the foil by the corner with tongs.  Thus the bacon grease spills on to the fire and the whole thing goes up in flames.  They drop the flaming bacon and tin foil onto the parking lot.  Now of course this is not a problem.  I mean its not like there's anything around thats full of gasoline and could explode if exposed to flaming pork biproducts...oh wiat, there are all those car things.  Oh shit.  So Courtney Scofield, showing off her brilliance, runs and pours some root beer on the raging grease fire.  And then the flames doubled in size and almost swallowed half the candidates for homecoming queen.  The whole time Dave Keuhn and I were standing a few cars away and wondering if we should tell them to just put the grill cover over it.  We ultimately decided that this moment was too enjoyable to wreck.  Finally, Mr/Mrs. Herman came running over and told them to finish their cooking and get out of there and then P.Otto showed up to throw in his opinion on the whole matter.

Thats it for story time today boys and girls.

I thought I'd just inform all of you readers on the major events of hill murray. 

Let me start of with the bigest WTF moment ever.  The cafeteria staff has decided to stick large blunt objects up there noses for long periods of time.  Fries are now more expensive and less tasty and resemble rocks when injested.  In an attempt to make us all less obese, they no longer sell pop.  At all.  None.  Ever.  Have you ever tried to eat italian dunkers and rock hard fries with orange juice?  It is not exactly a winning combination.  People have started selling mountain dews out of their lockers.  I must get a piece of the action.  Everyone is falling asleep in class.  Also, they have no started celebrated "no fry fridays".  Rock hard cold fries are better than nothing.  Unfortunately, all of us still buy all of our food from them no matter what so there is no way to change anything.

At the football game last night, the seniors were not allowed to stand against the fence.  Seriously Paul Otto, we have been waiting three goddam years to stand there and now you decide to enforce the fire code because none of your spawn is on the field?

I have plenty more to say but I am tired now, so I'll tell you all more later.

Until then, sleep safe America and don't stop dreaming.

I loved HP 7.  But it makes me sad because I now feel like there is a void in my life.  I don't know if anything will ever come along and totally captivate me as much as these little wizard books.  It's kinda bittersweet.  But anyway, I loved the book.  It had enough plot twists that I called, and plenty that I didn't.  I'll miss all of them crazy kids.  Some time I'll write up the alternate ending on here that I came up with at MOA last night.  I personally find it much better than the real ending.  Well that's all I can say without giving things away.

P.S. Neville is my homeboy for life.