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Brand Selvia

What "Comps" means to me

Posted Wednesday, January 9, 2019, at 9:44 AM
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  • Don't feel too bad, young man. Search "winter, 1977", and you'll find it was the second of four successive brutal seasons. In fact, somewhere I still have the Time magazine with the cover story something like "Global cooling will kill us all". So I trudge up Grant Ave 7:45 in the morning through 1' of snow and -20 wind chill, in a polyester suit no less, only to find the east door to Baxter Hall locked. Wiping the frost off the glass, taped to the inside of the door was the notice that school was closed for the first time since 1956. That's my oral comps story, and I'm sticking to it! (Helps that it's true.) And upon excruciating wait to reschedule, I passed poli sci-econ orals. That part's true as well.

    -- Posted by luna maximus on Wed, Jan 9, 2019, at 6:08 PM
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