Rodney and the Spartan AC
Thank you, Rodney the Ram. Though some may try to pass off credit for your brilliant scheme onto some other soul, I know the truth. You’re so modest at times. Only a genius like you could devise such a wonderful heat and air conditioning system.
As a person who has classes in the lecture halls of Temple can attest to, in some places on campus there has been no AC for the past few weeks.
Thank you, Rodney the Ram. Though some may try to pass off credit for your brilliant scheme onto some other soul, I know the truth. You’re so modest at times. Only a genius like you could devise such a wonderful heat and air conditioning system.
As a person who has classes in the lecture halls of Temple can attest to, in some places on campus there has been no AC for the past few weeks. In most cases it was hotter inside Temple than it was outside. Though some might blame this on some sort of way for VCU to save money on their AC bill, I know better. It was actually amusing to see some of our professors sweat it out.
If you used this reasoning, then VCU either was just too cheap to turn on their AC, or they still had their heat on. The answer revealed itself last Friday when it dropped into the thirties outside and actually snowed. Instead of still having heat in the dorms, the units were in some sort of AC/heat limbo where it was virtually impossible to get warm enough. At the time of this writing, the author is buried underneath three thick horsehair blankets and has covered himself in clubbed baby seal blubber in an effort to keep warm.
So why? Unlike some, I have the ability to see your genius of thinking. Rodney, you’re a man – uh, Ram – of the arts. There is no doubt in my mind that you have seen the movie “300.” With a CAA Conference Championship under our belts and an appearance at the NCAA Championship, it has sparked the first of conquest. Finally, VCU will be famous for something other than the disappearance of Taylor Behl. What better way to become winners that to train like Spartans?
We will prepare ourselves to withstand the heat and cold like Spartans. We are already halfway there if we can stomach the weekend food at Shafer. We’ll just kind of forget about that whole “Spartan pedersasty” relationship business. Enough frats already have toga parties. Just add washboard abs and leather Speedos and we’re there.
This is no time to get sheepish, Rodney! Rams! Prepare for glory!
