Finals week

Why Be Normal?

Finals week on campus, once again. It's been quite the term: more than a dozen entries in the student paper, lots of new stuff--like the student union which opened at the beginning of the term, a very productive and informative meeting with folks at the creative writing school and other signposts along the way to a goal I've dreamed of for 30 years.  I am firmly entrenched in the school, the curriculum and the method. I am well on my way to the degree that eluded me way back in the twentieth century. The fellow you see above is acting like a kid again, being basically abnormal because it felt good, and hey, if other students can act like this, why not me? I've seen way weirder stuff, things that make my hat look pretty lame in comparison. Besides, it was a great hat. It was manufactured on the spot by a balloon expert who was an alum back in '72, about the time I would have graduated had it not been for the fact that the balloon went up, and I traded my college hat for a helmet and all that boring, military history stuff. It's good to be back, especially considering the fact that I can wear such hats and no one thinks it's silly.  Why be normal? You see what it got me back in '69? Well, there you go.