Summer comes marchin’ in with it’s heavy boots on
Saturday’s football game was a good one–almost too good, the ducks beat the vandals so hard that it was almost boring. But the real issue of the game is how people can, in good conscience, charge seven dollars for a glorified hotdog? Either way, it’s always nice to hang around with Dad and Meg yelling at the really bad calls. School starts today but I don’t have any classes, my hard days are reserved for Tuesdays and Wednesdays but that doesn’t stop the school from charging me an insane amount of tuition. I now realize where all of my tuition dollars go, in to repaving and beautifying 13th and 15th street. Robbers.