Suddenly I hate the South a little bit less today. Don’t let the door hit you in your deck shoes on the way out. And as for that guy that I talked to for ten minutes walking from Fike to the student union? I had no idea who you were. So next time you say, “You know something big must be happening if I’m here,” make sure you’re, like, famous or something. Or not talking to some dipshit from Ohio.