A “way-to-remove-a-smile” dart to Stone Gate management for requiring a smiley face to be erased from a window.
From a senior who promptly followed your orders replaced it with a giant sad face.
An “I-once-darted-myself,-so-this-is-ok” pat to myself for having quite a number of my pats and darts published in the Breeze over the last four years.
From a soon-to-be graduate who is going to miss being able to anonymously rant and rave about friends and strangers (or herself) and will have to find a new outlet for her unusual hobby.
A "way-to-pad-your-profit-margin" pat to JMU for shoehorning over 500 students into an online “critical thinking” class this semester.
From your satisfied customers, er... students.
An “I-like-a-little-bit-of-exhaust-with-my-lunch” dart to the motorcyclist on the PC Dukes Patio
From a senior who doesn’t see double yellow lines on a sidewalk.
A “what-goes-around-comes-around” dart to the three college kids who went to the fancy L'Italia on Thursday and only tipped their waitress $1.38.
From your frustrated waitress, who gave you great service and hopes one day you know what it's like to live off crappy tips like that.
A “why-is-there-a-dust-devil-on-the-quad?” pat to nature for giving the throng of students outside a spectacle of paper-swirling mischief.
From a sophomore girl who feels bad for whoever lost his or her notes but was glad to witness the virtually harmless natural phenomenon.
A “thanks-for-the-music” pat to the girl playing the guitar next to Newman Lake.
From an admirer who hopes you'll serenade him next time.
An “I-feel-like-the-kid-who-gets-picked-last” dart to the Breeze for never publishing my darts and pats.
From a junior who always checks the papers for her submissions then cries herself to sleep at night because she never makes the cut.
A “is-a-year-too-long-for-you-to-remember?!” dart to the JMU student body for the sad turn out of Virginia Tech support on the one year anniversary of the shootings.
From a duke who is considering transferring to our neighboring school so she can experience school spirit and remembrance after she witnessed the busiest moment of silence ever while on the quad at noon on the 16th.
A “thanks-for-showing-us-what-JMU-thinks-of-common-courtesy” dart to the couple who took our taken seats at Dukes and then didn’t even muster an apology when we removed our bags from the chairs.
From three offended freshman who will think twice next time they leave their things unattended at a dining hall.
A “I-had-no-idea-you-were-so-talented” pat to my professor for coming out to Late Night Breakfast and singing her heart out to "Son of a Preacher Man."
From an appreciative student who realizes that you had to wake up at 6 a.m. the next morning to get ready for class but came out anyway.
A “‘ho,-fo-sho’” dart to the girl in front of me at the T-Pain concert for giving her guy a lapdance practically on top of my roommate.
From a fellow female who is glad your boss gave you the night off, but thinks you didn't need to bring your “work” with you.
A “tyrant” dart to an RA who threatens to I-DOC the residents in her hall if they shut their doors a little too loudly.
From a resident who has been pushed one too many times.
A “we-were-just-doing-the-right-thing” dart to the UPB worker who yelled at us for just trying to have a severely drunk girl escorted to the hospital during the T-Pain concert.
From two sophomore girls who know the signs of alcohol poisoning.
An “I've-been-listening-to-your-crappy-music-all-day” dart to the organizers of Festival Fest for cranking up the amps so loud that the walls of my dorm room shook with the base.
From a music lover who could have done without the constant serenade.
A “who-do-you-think-you-are?” dart to the guys in the silver Jeep who honked at me on Saturday just so they could lean out the window and flip me off.
From a confused sophomore girl who wonders if it's possible to find any decent guys at this school.
