Welcome Camp-Yalers, to your first week, should you remember it
Here we are. Back in the proverbial saddle on this grumpy-ass horse we call College.
Camp Yale is an exciting time here. I’m particularly happy because somebody might actually read this column. Normally, my readership consists of my editor, my father and some guy in Texas who uses the online columnist contact form to send me inappropriate greetings. This week, at the very least, the Campers of 2011 — who probably still read the e-mails from the administration — surely want to gobble my pearls of misguided wisdom.
Now that I’ve got a captive audience willing to read a few...
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