I do believe that I mentioned in a previous post many moons ago that I was going to make an announcement, and I suppose the time has come. It's really going to be rather superfluous now, as most if not all of you already know about this particular piece of news, but whatever. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do...or something like that. Um.....yeah. Anyways, my announcement:
Ladies and Gentlemen, I am proud to announce that commencing this fall Benjamin Phillips will be joing the undergraduate class of 2009 at the illustrious and wonderful....*drum roll please...thank you....that's quite enough...you can stop now....dangit Fuller! Just put the @#*$% drumsticks down before I have to come over there and vivissect you all over your pretty lil' drumset...thank you*..ahem, as I was saying, this coming year I will officially be a proud member of the 2009 undergraduate class of none other than the lovely Duke University.
....forgive me, but I must.
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Yes, this means that I'll be stickin' around for at least the next four years, which is perfectly fine with me. For all those of you were looking forward to finally getting rid of me, I have this to say: MWUA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! ....*ahem* Sorry 'bout that. Had an evil moment. Won't happen again, well, not for a little while at least.
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I actually spent the majority of the day today over at one of the happy open house days they had over at Duke. Now, the thing about these days is that they are designed to sell Duke to students who haven't decided where they're going yet. In spite of this fact, however, I decided to go to see what sort of opportunities I might want to take advantage of next year and I really did learn a lot (especially from that guy's shirt that said "P is for Porn". Now THAT was educational). Here are just a few of the things I learned:
-I learned that no matter which seat you pick in any lecture hall or auditorium anywhere, it will always squeak when you move.
-I learned that large men should not wear suits on very hot days when they have to give tours.
-I learned that there is something about buses that makes all bus-drivers look grumpy, apathetic, and like they might just eat you if you say anything.
-I learned that the chairs at colleges are designed to keep you awake during lectures.
-I learned that high school men's soccer teams should not be allowed to go to Amsterdam with only their coach to supervise them.
-I learned that people always pay more attention to a presentation if you give them free stuff.
-I learned that even from a medium distance, without my glasses all middle-aged balding men in suits look the same.
And finally:
-I learned that students who wear shirts like the one I mentioned back up there just because "it fits their mood" should be avoidied at all costs.
While we're speaking of Duke, I got an email from them after I was informed of my admission of which I took special note. The reason for this attention was because the subject of this particular email appeared in my inbox as follows: "Contact information for current Duke stud...". Needless to say, this intrigued me. Who was this Stud? How did he get to be the official Duke stud? And most importantly, why in the nine hells were they sending me his contact information? Was I chosen to be his apprentice, or did they think I would want to...take advantage of what he had to offer (I certainly didn't remember putting
that on my application)? Either way, one thing was clear: this was one email I had to read at all costs. With trembling finger I opened up the treacherous compilation of bits and bytes....only to find, much to the dismay of my curiosity, that the email was ACTUALLY entitled "Contact information for current Duke students." *sigh* So anticlimactic.... Oh well. Maybe that email is still floating around out there for me...maybe someday...You never know.