Waiting for God....

Okay, technically, the Dalai Lama is not God, but you could have thought differently if you had gotten up at 6 in the morning, which is about 2 hours before life at this college, and trudged down dark ill-lit streets to discover 2360 people in line, most of them camping out, for Dalai Lama tickets. Zach surprisingly, was not crazy for camping out at 10:30 last night at the Union building. I ran into Sarah Lancaster about a hundred people down from him clutching a pillow. I had to jog all around campus and ended up about a half mile from the stupid building. While waiting 3 hours, I met some homies and newly converted homies, and got mistaken for Katrina Refugees going into the Fine Arts college. Which, I'd like to add, was in the opposite direction. Whatever. Someone offered to pay me $50 for my voucher ticket for my place in line, and someone else started a facebook club for it. People busted out the Twister and Clue games. There was singing and dancing, and a lot of peeved, mildewy students. The liberal arts major gave me a newspaper to read and I rejoiced. It was a fine, but anti-climatic, adventure. And that's the news from the UT capital. Where the Liberal Arts students are angry, the social life plenty, and the SAT grades...are below average.