A “tease-pain” dart to JMU for booking yet another one-hit-wonder.
From a music-loving junior who thinks JMU should try to book an artist that actually sings entire songs.
An “I-hope-you’re-using-pencil-to-keep-your-stats” pat to the Women’s Track and Field Team.
From a PROUD Dukes Fan who can’t keep all your set and smashed records straight.
A “holy-macaroni,-why-are-you-rebooting-now?-you-just-deleted-my-entire-presentation” dart to the Miller Hill computer lab.
From an agitated senior who spent countless hours researching Ring-Tailed Lemurs and foolishly saved everything to the desktop.
A “you-should-be-more-concerned-about-looking-like-elephants-than-listening-to-them-every-weekend” dart to the girls downstairs.
From some social seniors who actually like their neighbors.
A “you’d-better-be-some-damn-good-skaters-by-now” dart to the boys who skateboard every night at midnight in the lake-area courtyard.
From a bitter freshman who is so tired of having 8 a.m. classes and trying to fall asleep to your boards slamming into the ground as you all skid across the pavement.
A “you-are-so-thoughtful” pat to the dining services worker at Market One for remembering my standing order and giving it to me even though I was not the next person in line.
From someone who is very appreciative that you always get my order just right and always do it with a smile.
An “it’s-time-for-you-to-learn-statistics” dart to the statistics students who just ask their teaching assistants for the answers to their assignments.
From a student who thinks you should invest more time reading your book than running your mouth in the computer lab.
A “thanks-for-the-life-lessons” dart to the Harrisonburg Police Dept., who has shown me throughout four years of college that your jobs aren’t so much to serve and protect, but to catch college drinkers instead of those who have been able to walk away with computers, iPods and no dignity.
From a senior who will always remember the memories spent downtown.
A “your-bass-doesn’t-make-you-special” dart to the people who drive by Eagle Hall at 7:30 a.m. blaring their music.
From a few annoyed residents who are not impressed by your inability to turn the little knob on your CD player to the left.
A “your-strategy-for-staying-awake-intrigues-me” pat to the guy in the library who chomped on enough sunflower seeds to fill a water bottle with shells Monday night.
From an impressed senior who guzzled 200-calorie cans of energy drinks to stay awake but will try your method during exam week.
A “homosexuality-is-not-a-collectible” dart to a frat brother who thought it would have been awesome if I had joined the fraternity solely because of my sexuality.
From a shocked JMU student who thinks your fraternity is not-so-balanced after all.
A “dance-on-sister” pat to the barefoot girl on the ISAT bridge singing and dancing her way to class in the rain.
From a “normal” bystander who wishes he had the energy, confidence or exuberance to perform with such a carefree spirit.
A “way-to-get-the-most-darts” pat to our favorite rowdy sophomores.
From your neighbors, who love nothing more than to add to your rowdiness.
An “I’ll-miss-our-philosophical-convervastions-at-1-a.m.” pat to my roomie of two years.
From your OCD roommate who will miss you next year, but is glad you’ll only be a few dorms away.
An “oh-the-places-you’ll-go” pat to the graduating seniors.
From Dr. Seuss, who wants you to cherish life.
