I'm going to be at reunion with pipebombs and torches, like many others. I don't know what all good it'll do; the BOT doesn't seem to feel accountable to us.

 I graduated with a bitter taste, and spent my last year in recluse. After suffering through my senior project and my advisor's mercurial outbursts, I needed to be away from Antioch in every way. Suddenly I crave going back.  I must be insane.