A 8 • March 31, 2017
Nonsense
@HOFSTRA
Overheard @ Hofstra “10 a G, 30 an 8th, 50 a Q. Anyone picking up tonight?”
In General:
In LH Comm:
In Axinn Library:
“I’m really privileged to be here.”
“My mom is worried about how I’m going to pay for my Student Loans, but I just know I’m going to be a really famous filmmaker once the script I wrote about my ex-girlfriend finally sells. No, the other one.”
In Bits And Bytes: “It’s a clean job, you go to Bucharest one time.”
In Nassau: Right Across From Me: “I wish this reporter would stop writing down what I’m saying… Stop… NO STOP…. NO STOP IT.”
On Twitter:
By The Hofstra Dome:
In Stuyvesant (literally where else?): “I’m Italian which means I’m basically a couple percent black.” “I’m Sicilian so I’m allowed to say it.”
“Even though I was disappointed that she rebuffed my sexual advances, I understand and appreciate her autonomy.”
“My new country club has a better tennis court.”
When Life Gets Busy, Put A Bunch Of Shit In A Jar By Heather Levinsky EDI TOR I N CH I E F
You’ve been hit by the analog bulletin train! Pass this onto 15 people who need to take a good, hard look at their disastrous, unbalanced life. When everything in your entire whole life has gone to fuck and back, take a remember at this good speech from an extremely wise woman. Because she was wise, she was a professor. And because she was a professor, she
gave a speech, to her class. “Why don’t you all look at this mason jar that I have.” The class looked, because they were a good class. “Here I am. Gonna fill it up with sand.” The professor then poured enough sand into the jar to fill it halfway. “This represents the ‘Earth,’ your main priorities in life. Because without some ground beneath our feet, where would we have a leg to stand on, or a stand for our legs?” quoth the professor. The class
nodded quietly in rapt approval. “Now, class, would you say that the jar is full?” “No, I’d say it’s about halfway full.” a student spake. “You might want to think about pacing yourself, as far as the sand is concerned, or maybe, add the larger elements in first, and the smaller particulates later, so that there’s enough room.” “You are expelled. Never question the unquestionable authority of the tenured professor.” The student was astonished at her doctrine. What the professor did next was even more astonishing. “Next, I’m put some pebbles on top of the sand. Next most important in life, are the little rocks that give our lives texture. Salt is a rock, and they say the “salt of the earth” is what makes life so interesting!” The professor then reached deep, deep, deep into her most deepest pockets, scooping out two heaping handfuls of gravel and coarse salt. Pouring the rocks into the jar, the earthy contents almost reached the top. “Other important rocks are diamonds, which signify both
everlasting love and child labor: the duality of man.” The professor then reached deep, deep, deep into an even deeper pocket inside of the first one. Producing a handful of diamonds, she poured those over top of the gravel, spilling out of the top of the jar like a silty parfait. “Now, class, would you say that the jar is full?” A few scattered students said, “Yes. The jar is overflowing with precious minerals. The Swarovskian nonpareils shimmer in the fluorescent light, guiding us. We are content, and cannot, at this time, imagine an addition to this glass metaphor of our human life that would provide us with more satisfaction,” in unison, in monotone. “Your manner of thinking is maddeningly limited. You are all incorrect. Expand your minds, and let’s get our full life.” The professor then reached into a student’s ear and produced three golf balls. “Now, the golf balls: represent sports, leisure, and self-care. These are the least important things to have in your life. Golf is for losers, leisure is for those
without anxiety, and self-care is a fad diet invented to sell ad space on Tumblr Dot Com.” The professor then attempted to balance the three golf balls on top of the glittering sediment jar, but the opening was too small for all three golf balls to rest comfortably against each other in a triangular configuration. One of the golf balls fell to the ground. Just when the class thought she was done, the professor did the most surprising thing of all! Reaching into her bag, she pulled out three beers. After the raucous laughter subsided, one intrepid learner’s hand stood at attention. “I get it, Professor! The true lesson is that at the end of the day, you always have time left to kick back and enjoy a few beers with friends.” Chuckling, the professor responded with a sage thesis: “If you convince Public Safety that alcohol is an essential part of an extended metaphor for prioritizing your life, you can bring it onto campus.” That professor? Albert Einstein.