Dart...
A "did-you-think-that-would-make-your-candidate-look-better" dart to the person who tore apart the political bumper sticker on my car.

From a junior who is proud to be voting and thinks you should respect other peoples’ right to express their opinions.

Dart...
A "you-really-need-to-work-out-some-sort-of-schedule" dart to the bands that live directly above and below us for practicing at the exact same time.

From the two girls that live on the second floor whose insides still are shaking from being overcome with bass.

Dart...
A "thanks-for-informing-us-of-the-possible-danger" dart to my apartment complex for not alerting its residents of last week’s attack.

From a resident who has been taking her trash out alone after dark for a week with no idea that she could be putting herself in danger by doing so.

Pat...
A "way-to-enjoy-that-you’re-in-college" pat to the four freshman boys who jumped off of the bridge into Newman Lake in their underwear on Wednesday night.

From two girls who enjoyed the good 2 a.m. laugh and wish they had taken your clothes.

Pat...
A "that’s-one-way-to-avoid-a-meal-plan" pat to the clever student who walks into D-hall everyday with an extra food services uniform on and then goes under a table to change.

From a curious and observant freshman who has seen you do it three times now.

Dart...
A "that-was-the-last-thing-I-needed-on-my-run" dart to the group of guys who put dog feces on a dollar and, when I picked it up and it stuck to my hand, started chanting, "She picked up the poop dollar."

From a furious athlete who thinks it’s time for you boys to graduate fourth grade.