Greg A. Brown

“please let me OUT”
Message scratched into the table of the study room I’m working in right now

I spent so much time in high-school playing puzzpack in my math (and other) classes. A ridiculous amount of time. Good to know it’s still around.

This sums up my feelings about today perfectly.

I do this too!

Blog on hiatus for the next few days due to big-time personal stuff. Hopefully a few days.

“I feel like a ninja because I don’t make as much noise when I walk.”
Some resident walking by the Boyd Hall front desk

“Are all your cells in agreement?”cLOUDDEAD on “The Teen Keen Skip”

A perfect encapsulation of so many of the college classrooms I’ve been in.

From PostSecret

This school year, I’m serving as the president of the resident hall where I live, which means I’m also involved in a bunch of related, ancillary stuff.  One of those was co-coordinating this fall’s move-in crew, which is a bunch of students who volunteer to help others move in to the hall (with the perk of moving in earlier themselves). Like all things heart-warming and easily-accessible, it was written about in the college newspaper and I was quoted from an interview given yesterday evening at the Strong Complex BBQ. After writing my own editorials in the paper all last semester, it’s a bit unsettling to not have complete control over how you’re paraphrased, but I think it turned out OK.