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Now, when I was
a whippersnapper, I went to a little place I like to call
Graham High School. I graduated thirteenth (I think) out
of 110 of us. It was (and still is) a pretty good place
to spend four years, and how about that football team. I
remember the wonders of a Graham High School education. .
. the coaches chasing me around the track, yelling and
cursing for me to run ever faster (such incredibly
advanced pedagogy), the long afternoons playing with
Slinkies on the back stairs, the Junior class play where
I got be Dracula (and thus kiss three of the hottest
girls in the school, improving my reputation
geometrically among my fellow men). How sweet was that
night I was supposed to go to the Christmas Formal, that
night I spent instead sulking, angry and depressed since
someone, who of course, will remain nameless,
called me an hour before and told me she was going with
someone else! How delightful it all was. Well, at least
we always kicked some serious @#$ at football. . .Damn,
you gotta love them G-Men . . . (If you don't know
what one is, well, that's what dictionaries are for). |
| Another little place that's
been pretty good to me is lovely ole' Emory
& Henry College in
Emory, Virginia. My Great-great Uncle went there, my
Great Grandmother went there, my Mom went there, my
brother is still going there, and I graduated from there
in the Spring of 1998. At ole' E&H I triple-majored
in Political Science, Art, and Geography, was President
of the student council, AND, for the first time in
my mortal life, got dates in proficiency. Hell, my
freshman year I even made out on the golf course. . .
cool, I know. Now, I ain't saying Emory & Henry is
the best college in the world, but if I had to choose one
place, just one place, where I would want my kids
to go, well, I would have to chose E&H. Hell, if I
have my way, someday I would like to teach at ole' Emory,
be Professor Eric D. Smith and sit in front of my classes
saying unusual professoral-esque things like, "The
partitioning of Poland was perhaps the single most
important event in the entire history of European
international relations. . . except for all the others."
And to wear tweed suits and that funky little hat? You
damn straight! Well, regardless, always remember, "Emory
born, Emory bred, and when we die we're Emory dead."
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Old Mr.
Jefferson would most definitely be proud to know
that I, the ever humble Eric D. Smith, attended and
graduated from the University
of Virginia in
Charlottesville, Virginia. I recieved my Master's Degree
in East Asian Studies (I study Chinese politics, culture,
history, philosophy, food, checkers, etc. you know, all
the usual stuff). Oh, and checkout our The University of Virginia Crew Team
& Massage Club Sensuale' homepage. You'll be utterly amazed. . . |
