We're All Mad Here...
Tales of the American collegiate as viewed through the lens of Me, Alice. You, Cheshire Cat. Location, The Rabbit Hole.
Alice. Come up from your rabbit hole.
Or tumble dramatically down the stairwell of Canfield. Or giggle madly on your bed or in front of the radiator on the bathroom floor. Mad giggles. Special thanks to Jack Daniel.
WHO. ARE. YOU?
Believe me when I tell you. We’re all mad here.
The days of the American collegiate are as unique as they are fleeting.
An experience to forever treasure, the friends made at this time in life become your family. A small army of comrades or even a secret society of the party that ultimately becomes the real beginning of the rest of your life.
What’s behind the door? At this point, the answer was a simple “I don”t know”. But it soon enough became, “if there is a wall, I’m going around it. If I can’t go around it, I’m jumping over it. If I can’t jump over it, I’m digging under it. If I can’t dig under it - well damn, I’m busting through it. I can’t think of a reason -
WHY. NOT. ME?…”
Dear Bennington,
Thank you for your guidance, for training me up to teach myself, to think for myself, to create, to invent, to endure the necessary.
Signed,
Before the P-U-R-G-E