Reader Mail
Editor’s Note: Everyday, the Battalion receives letters to
the editor ranging from serious philisophical essays to
funny philisophical essays to utterly bizarre philisophi
cal essays dealing with serious topics. If they’re not
published, these letters get filed away, ever unseen by
readers. Until now that is. Although the names have
been removed, the letters have been edited for length,
not content. They’re all real letters written by people
living in the real world to greater or lesser degrees.
Editor:
I would like to respond to the questionaire
concerning males wearing earrings. These are
the questions with the answers:
1. What possesses one to get an earring?
a) The Devil
b) Peer Pressure
c) George Michael wears one
d) An attraction to that style of jewelry.
2. Do girls think a guy’s earrings are sexy?
a) Yes
b) No
c) I don’t know, I’m not a girl
d) Some yes, some no. But I’ll bet that girls in
Texas are less likely to think they are sexy than
other girls in the universe.
3. What do your parents think?
a) They packed my bags
b) They sent me for a blood test
c) It’s great, my dad got one
d) My parents have an open mind and do not
think it’s any different from any other facet of
our generation.
My answers to all these questions have been
“d”. My parents raised me to have an open mind.
Open-mindedness does not mean radical. Having
an open mind is a way through which I view the
world, not judge it.
Editor:
The letters to the editor section of the Battal
ion is almost always good for a few laughs. There
are some serious letters and some light-hearted
letters in this section, so I figured that maybe it
wouldn’t bend too many people out of shape if
you printed this for me.
I sent this in with the sincere hope that
someone would see fit to print it. If it doesn’t get
printed, I guess I won't die or anything, but gosh
darn, I sure would feel bad...
Anxiously Awaiting
at the Battalion Stand
TodW.
Editor’s note: Well, Tod, wait no longer. Here it
is...
WHAT A UNIQUE SCHOOL
The Placement Center at Texas A<$f M
They say is a wonderful thing
So well organized and operated
On it so many careers precariously hang.
It makes me sick to my stomach to go there
Because everyone looks the same
Men and Women are dressed identically
None of them has a name
This year the style is obvious
And everyone conforms to it
Don’t show up in a fancy dark suit
And Buddy, I’m sorry, you blew it.
The suit must be gray with pinstripes
And the shirt or blouse must be light, preferably
white
A tie or ascot must be worn, maroon of course
You should see yourself, what a fancy sight.
Now when I go to the Placement Center
I have to try hard to stifle a moan
because I can’t beheve all the look-alikes
It’s true, I’m surrounded by clones.