h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I must say, after reading your article I have to admit that the first thing that comes to mind when I think of this year's presidential race is none other than good ol' Harry Potter. It's been a crazy year, and my being on a large diverse college campus has allowed me to see many MANY opinions...scrawled on sidewalks with chalk, written in dry-erase marker on mirrors and windows, or screamed at me on a sidewalk from a protestor. I'm just glad I've FINALLY turned 18 so I can vote and voice my OWN opinion! Thanks for the super entertaining read

A Fan,
Darth Zaphod

And it's only going to get noisier and nastier for the next couple of weeks.

Isn't college wonderful? After a while, you won't know *what* you think, which I guess is the whole point. (My first year, the only thing I was sure about was which bar served the best beer and munchies. )

wait 'til spring quarter when the boys start yelling to the girls in the next dorm. (there were no co-ed dorms when i went to college.) (briefly.)(thankfully.)
(would have been interesting, since we had girls showering in ours and we'd shower there, but that was illegal at the time.)

The sad thing about co-ed dorms was that they made the panty-raid obsolete. I feel like I missed out on something. (I did, however, know where my underwear was. Usually.)

*Wonders if 'The Panty-Raid' would be a suitable topic for the Edited Guide. Decides the answer is probably 'no'.*

In my dorm, guys and girls are separated by floors. So I'm on the 3rd floor of my wing, and the guys floor is the 2nd. It's pretty interesting sometimes. But I'm not one to take advantage of it or cause trouble, so it's not a big deal to me

DZ

i had forgotten 'panty raid' but it WAS during the 'streaking' era i was on-campus. once, 22 of the fellas from floor two (the 'zoo')filed out the side door in tennys with a football.
eleven men to a side, they squared off in AmFoot formation in the parking lot between our dorm and the 100-yards-away girls dorm.the pass play called was incomplete, so the defense took over the football and ran a second play, this time completing the pass (towards our dorm), completeing the pass, and running for the safety of the side door, which was left propped open so they could conveniently exit the field of play in a timely manner.
campus security screeched to a halt in the parking lot within moments, but the side door was already latched and no one was arrested.
a good time was had by just about all, and soon after we of the (top) eleventh floor 'penthouse' hosted a 'hairy buffalo' party. with an assist from our friends in the 'zoo', it was a large success. the restroom on the south side of our floor was designated the ladies' room, and another good time was had by just about all.
the university's janitorial crews worked with us on both events.

See, this is the kind of excitement that's missing in pro sports these days. It could really liven up Monday Night Football, don't you think?

Say, do you remember Ray Stevens' novelty hit 'The Streak'? Now there is a fine piece of music:

'And there he was, running thru the pole beans, nekkid as a jaybird. I hollered at Ethel "Don't look, Ethel!" but it was too late. She'd already been mooned. Right there next to the tomaters.'

'Oh yes, they call him The Streak! Fastest thing on two feet...'