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Tues|01.21

Dear Classmate:

This is a very special invitation for you.

You are invited to your 15th reunion at Cheetos College.

Alumni Weekend will allow you to take a journey down memory lane. You'll be able to visit familiar landmarks and share stories of adventures you had at those places; see the faces of those you attended classes with, completed projects with and partied with. Remember when you shared triumphs and frustrations with these individuals? We know you do. Well, come on back, take a walk to the wall and remember what it was like to sit there on a sunny afternoon chatting with classmates or grabbing a snack off of Joe's truck before hurrying to class.

Classmates, you are invited to participate in activities and events that will bring you up to date on what Cheetos is all about today and understand what makes up today's students "Cheetos Experience". You can experience dormitory life by deciding to stay in The Butter Building for the weekend. The alumni office can arrange for your class to have their own floor if you'd like. You'll also take tours of the campus including a tour of the new Woowoo and HOOOHA! Building. But this is also a time to be with each other. Your class luncheon will be so much fun. The dinner that evening will also bring you together at the Cheddar Hotel.

Cherry McNutmeg of the Alumni Relations is our class contact and is always there to answer any questions you may have regarding the weekend. If you have moved or changed e-mails or gotten new jobs, please e-mail her with updates. Stay tuned for more information in the next couple of weeks.

Come and share with us what has happened to you in the last 15 years; where you have been, what you have done and what you are up to next. Bring pictures, trade business cards and introduce us to guests you may decide to bring along with you.

Classmates: Return to Cheetos College and rekindle the fire set ablaze fifteen years ago by Dr. Hotbun's ideal; "Nothing but life, real earnest life do we study here...art at its highest is the servant of man, and it is art only in the ratio that it serves...all of the greatest orators of any age speak to the needs of people."

We look forward to seeing you!

from such assault of radiance

Sun|01.19

Hey beeyotch. Thanks for coming. For clicking. Beeeyotch.

This is the time of week I dread the most: Sunday night. Why lord. Why must I work.

How much longer will I whine about working? I figure thirty-some-odd years. That oughta do it.

Do I have tomorrow, a holiday, off? Why, no, I do not! Do you? I doubt it. If you do, you must work for the government, or a bank, or a school. Or a government banking school. Otherwise you are working like me.

If you want to read something specific, e-mail me. I'm like a flounder over here, with the floundering. I need to be told what to do.

I will leave you tonight with the chipper thoughts of Sylvia Plath.

I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions. I long for a noble escape from freedom - I am weak, tired, in revolt from the strong constructive humanitarian faith which presupposes a healthy, active intellect and will. There is nowhere to go - not home, where I would blubber and cry, a grotesque fool, into my mother's skirts - not to men where I want more than the stern, final, paternal directive - not to church which is liberal, free - no, I turn wearily to the totalitarian dictatorship where I am absolved of all personal responsibility and can sacrifice myself in a "splurge of altruism" on the altar of the Cause with a capital 'C'.

WOOOO!!!! Have a fantastic week.