We at the Campus Times would like to let our readers in on a little secret.

Virtually every editorial ? and a fair degree of the news articles ? that have appeared until now in the CT have been bald-faced lies. We could say that we?ve been doing this to yank the chain of the administration, but the truth is that we?ve been doing it out of ennui.

You wouldn?t believe how bored you can get sitting around waiting on the copy desk for hours Wednesday nights.

Anyway, the time has come to set you straight.

We knew all along that Who Cares? Guy was a sure bet for the SA Presidency, since the CT controls campus voting. We?re sorry we gave you false hope like that, Mindy. Although your lack of hair in the photo should have been a tip-off.

We were actually the driving force behind freshman housing. Dean of the College William Green is merely one of our unwitting pawns. The entire freshman housing project was really just our way to screw with ICLC and get revenge on frats that are not Delta Upsilon.

Our photography department would like to thank the Students? Association Appropriations Committee for their recent and generous bribe. Keep up the good work, gentlemen. We support you.

We have no comment on Admissions Director Jamie Hobba.

Daryl is still around? Wow. Shouldn?t he have graduated or something?

We would like to offer a formal apology the last 128 years. We are really, really sorry. Honestly.



Editorial Recall

they could amicably share Daisy’s territory so long as Count Kipper (heretofore known as Lord Kipper of House Daisy), swore total fealty and obedience to Daisy’s cause. Read More

Editorial Recall

The Yellowjackets scored a near victory against the Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute (RPI) Engineers in women’s lacrosse April 18. The game ended in a very close 10–9 win that was entertaining to all watching. Read More

Editorial Recall

The first realization of my own age hit me in the months before I started college. I was helping my dad clean the small office he’d occupied in Rush Rhees longer than I’d been alive. The walls of which boasted childhood drawings that my sister and I had crayoned. Even though I was looking at my distant past, I realized I would soon be starting a new page of my future. Read More