Warm beer and cold women: a love letter

Hey Baby,

I know you’ve been hearing a lot of things about me
these days. Some even say I’m untrue. I just want you
to know: You’re the only one on my mind. VCU, I
love you.

At this point in my life, I can’t imagine myself with
anyone else. You’re a diverse and urban campus. If
we can’t find something to do together, I’m obviously
not looking hard enough.

Your campus is free and inviting. You’re the
epitome of tolerance (except when the crazy
anti-abortion people come). But even with the anti-abortion
people, their opinions and way of life are acceptable to display publicly,
even if they are unpopular.

It is a sign of your tolerance that the best thing to do on a Wednesday
night is to go to Godfrey’s, a gay club, and watch a drag show.

I have no reason to cheat on you, VCU. I hear about schools like
James Madison University, where getting drunk is the only thing to
do. I hear about schools like Christopher Newport University, where
you can’t even do that. You have enough party in your system to not
be prudish, but you’re random enough to keep things interesting.
You’re very artistic. There’s a social event on the first Friday of every
month-all the art galleries open and throw parties in the streets. VCU
Theatre is always putting on productions, and when it’s warm out, it’s
hard to walk around campus without hearing a guitar or drum circle
somewhere.

You offer much more than academic learning. I’ve learned just as
much (if not more) from being around campus as I have from being
in class. We’re learning life lessons together, VCU.

Some say the area around you is dirty and run-down. People who
say this are usually those who go to small, secluded schools that have
no place in reality. I don’t even mind that your sidewalks are often
overrun with street people looking for a quarter. This is life and this
is honest.

I have problems with your administration, but who doesn’t have
problems with the big dogs at whatever college in which they are
enrolled? It seems anytime a college administrator is good, he or
she is unceremoniously kicked out (as was the case at the College of
William and Mary).

Even for all the people I disagree with and think are crazy, I love
you, VCU. For all the bums and broken sidewalks, I love you, VCU.
For making my experience at college absolutely incredible, I love you, VCU.

You’re a campus of mixed races, cultures, countries and sexual orientations.
And baby, I wouldn’t have you any other way.

Love,

Rich Griset

Opinion Editor

(Your Lover-boy)

P.S. – I’ll bring the champagne tonight, you bring the sexy.