By Gary Bernard
Hello, my name is Gary. It’s awfully nice to make your acquaintance. But I’m afraid we may already off to a bad start, as I must admit have some unfortunate news. I regret to inform you that I am your valentine.
This has been a difficult cuffing season for all of us, and I hope you’ll believe me when I tell you that this wasn’t an easy decision, but was rather the result of serious and careful deliberation. I’m sure you know there are a ton of great guys out there who would be thrilled to have the chance to date someone like you. Unfortunately, none of them are your valentine; I am.
I’m sure this news will be met with disappointment. If it’s any consolation, I give a halfway-decent foot rub (though I do have to stop after about three minutes on account of my rheumatoid arthritis). I say we just try and get through it so we can both get back to our regular lives.
Please understand that our Valentine’s plans are final.
My Sincerest Apologies.
In Other News
For too long the bourgeois registrar has had its boot on the neck of the genteel undergrad, mandating that students “attend their classes,” lest they “fail” them and run the “risk” of “delaying” their “graduation”.
He did decide to leave a number of his ties at home, packing only twenty-four.
“I remember watching them prance toward the elevator, ready to chug six Voda shots and pass out behind a kitchen counter, and thinking, ‘I made this happen.’”
“From the way he interrupted the professor repeatedly, I could tell that he had, on multiple occasions, slipped a knife into another man’s neck without remorse.”
“Our studies have shown that over 84% of freshman boys assume they will walk right into a vagina their first night on campus, even if they are wearing Crocs and socks,” said an advisor at the student life department.
“As University President, I require ample space for Columbia’s mission to grow, and for me to spread out at night and read the Audi owner’s manual.”
“For some reason, students seemed dissatisfied with our nonexistent appointment times, emotionally unavailable staff, and imposing bureaucratic system.”
“Going to school in Manhattan guarantees a jam-packed schedule of posing for group pictures, spending $300 on bottle service, and Juuling on the Le Bain terrace.”
“I know it’s totally quirky to like a film star from the fifties, but Audrey is just such a fashion icon.”