I hope everyone had a better snow day than I did, because I had to face another hard truth. My grandpa, Bud Carter, was 85 years old when he passed away last Friday. He was a World War II veteran. He served in the U.S. Army on the Pacific front in the final months of the war.
Imagine it - a nice mellow acoustic set with the perfect honey colored guitar across a favorite singers lap, slowly, gently, flowing through the chords to your favorite song. Ah, euphoria. Then, a 12-year-old girl smashes into your shoulder like a tidal wave.
When I was told I could write about any topic I wanted to, my first idea was to ask random students what they thought was an important issue the campus should know about. I did. I received a few different answers, which were all good answers, just not what I was looking for.
I bought a 2006 Ford Fusion the week before classes started in August. On Black Friday, my Fusion entered the shop due to a slipping transmission. It is still there, 10 weeks later, with an assortment of electrical problems and a crummy transmission. Optimism, or at least a lack of pessimism, makes the situation bearable.
Roger Goodell is part genius, part lunatic. This year, for the first time ever, the NFL scheduled the Pro Bowl, the league's all-star game, for the week before the Super Bowl. The decision was also made to move the venue from sunny Hawaii to the damp recesses of southern Florida.
A week ago a fresh edition of The Chart sat waiting to be picked up by students, faculty and staff. It sat a while longer than usual, though, as classes were canceled by a snowstorm that lasted into Friday evening. That's fine with us. But what is cause for concern is the method by which students, faculty and staff were notified of the cancellation.