Today was convocation. The first official day of my life as a collegian. It was 90 degrees out with serious humidity. There were interesting speeches (including the 3rd speech I’ve heard where the central theme was “My heart is in the work”. I mean, I get it’s our motto, but could there be some coordination so it doesn’t get referenced by *everyone*?). Finally, the Freshman class was symbolically handed over by the President from his care to that of our college deans. As each college stood, they cheered. And then they Cheered. Here are their cheers in order of whose I remembered first.
College of Humanities and Social Sciences (H&SS):
*clap* *clap* *clapclapclap*
“We’re well rounded”
*clap* *clap* *clapclapclap*
“We’re well rounded”
*all wearing our phantom of the opera masks*
College of Fine Arts (CFA):
“CFA! CFA! We look good every day!”
“CFA! CFA! We look good every day!”
Tepper School of Business (TSB):
“TSB! TSB! Someday you will work for me!”
“TSB! TSB! Someday you will work for me!”
Mellon College of Science (MCS):
“MCS! We’re the Best!”
“MCS! We’re the Best”
“We know stuff that matters!”
Bachelor of Science and Arts (BSA):
“Two for one!”
“Two for one!”
*and great blowing of whistles*
Now you may be noticing a conspicuous absence. Well, Computer Science (CS) did not have a cheer. Was one of the most famous and pranking colleges at Carnegie Mellon ignored, will shame be cast down upon them forever more? No, because better than coming up with any old cheer, the boy and girls in CS got creative. As they stood up to be recognized “Sweet Dreams” by Eurythmics began to play and the entire college stood up and did the robot. Wearing sunglasses with individualized flashing blue LEDs. All uniquely configured by their wearers at a clandestine college bonding session last night.
Are we a geek school or what?
I loved it!
Inspirational Quotes:
“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” Eleanor Roosevelt
“I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out
in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor,
every atom of me in magnificent glow,
than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.”
Jack London