So, did my all-nighter pay off? Or did I just needlessly take years off my life by pumping massive quanties of caffeine/no doz/red bull/etc. into my system, surely leading me to an early demise due to heart failure? Well that has yet to be answered. What I can tell you is that I felt just as wrong about every answer as I did on my last Genetics exam, so I guess that pretty much wraps it up.

I can't help but to feel bad when I look at people who are disabled, especial midgets (midgetism is a disability right?). I mean, I don't want to be an asshole for staring at them, but its like the carnival freak show; you HAVE to look. Really, I mean how often do you see a guy with an arm growing out of his forehead? You'd have to look, nay stare at such a person, you may never see something so fucked up ever again. That whole, "I'm a person too," guilt trip they try to lay on you is bull shit. Yeah, you are a person - a person with an arm growing out of your forehead, so shut the fuck up. In fact you know the guy with the arm on his forehead is gonna stare at the guy with the leg growing out of his ass just like the rest of us...

Although many of you already checked it out, you should pick up a copy of the Villanova Times and congratulate its opinon editor Paul Crupi on another great issue.

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