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Gary? Gary? Gary?

September 06, 2005

So I'm sitting in Shakespeare the other night (the course, kids, not some hip new coffee shop... dang!) and when my mind starts to wander as it's wont to do, I notice the doodles on my desk. The class takes place in Maura Hall with the old old school wooden desks complete with an image of a dead Jesus in every classroom... but I digress.

My desk says:

I (heart) Tim Leary
4:20
&
I love Gary?

Are these three statements evidence of the preccupation of the teenaged mind? Timothy Leary, evangelist of the LSD movement, quite possibly the most famous college professor in history due to his tendency to encourage his students to "Turn on, tune in, drop out" has in some strange twist of fate managed to make his way to a scratched out statement on a desk at Seton Hill University.

Rock on.

And, 4:20? Was this the time that class ended each day? The artwork of some mindlessly bored student etching into her desk in a futile effort to make the time fly by? Or maybe, more sinister than anything else, maybe this etching, a veritable archeological artifact is in fact evidence of an underground drug culture flourishing within these fine walls? Oh my, whatever will we do?

However, my friends, I must confess that it is neither of these things that has me worried. More it is the final fragment, three small words "I", "love", and "Gary" followed by a QUESTION MARK. What is the question? What was churning in the mind of the creator of this work?

Was the speaker unsure of his or her love for this mysterious Gary? Unsure of the name of the mythic beast who captured her affections? I love Gary today, but tomorrow? Who knows? And, most important of all, who the hell is Gary? If you know, could you tell me?

Moira at 03:20 PM :: Comments (5) :: ::
Comments:

You'd think if someone was engraving something into a desk they'd be sure of it... putting a question mark after "I love Gary" makes me wonder at the frivolity that possessed that student's mind.

And all the other engraving just goes to show you that even a small Catholic liberal arts university (then college) isn't immune to the engravings that grace so many other places with their wisdom... bathroom stalls for instance. Yikes.

Posted by: Karissa at September 6, 2005 04:26 PM

I've found some of my favorite reading material on bathroom stalls!

Posted by: Valerie Masciarelli at September 6, 2005 09:34 PM

Val, you say what everyone is thinking. :-D haha.

Posted by: Amanda at September 6, 2005 11:21 PM

You know what I'd like to see? A book of collected witticisms from bathroom stalls across the country. This convo reminds me of the bathrooms stall in the Girona-Barcelona airport in Spain - women past and present inscribed messages in a variety of languages, mostly saying "I was here, remember me?" Very interesting social phenomenon, I think, that it happens in every country.

And, Karissa, exactly! Why waste an hour doodling on your desk if you aren't entirely sure of your devotion to the subject in question? ;c)

Posted by: Moira at September 7, 2005 02:12 PM

That's quite a mystery. I'm certain they meant 420 as the marijuana number though. Can't be a coincidence.

Posted by: Kayla Sawyer at September 8, 2005 07:41 PM
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