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Salient. Official Newspaper of the Victoria University of Wellington Students' Association. Vol 40. No. 7. April 13 1977

A Day in the Life

page 12

A Day in the Life.

Dear David,

ALAN TRUCKS HOME AFTER A HARD DAY AT 'VARSITY'

After a soul-destroying Astro Physics lecture in the Van Zedlitz building, I made my way through the rain and fog to the cafe, in the hope that a few soggy chips to the soothing accompaniment of Radio Active would cure my frayed nerves.

I was to have no such luck.

I started by public spiritedly placing myself at the end of the queue. Twenty minutes later to my utter surprise and total distress I found myself not one iota closer to the chip counter. Looking up I noticed all the other students were facing in my direction. I was about to give this comical situation some serious thought when some impudent coxcomb of a fresher barged up to me with a wide grin on his stupid face and proudly announced that I was at the wrong end of the queue. "Oh my God!" My face was so red blood was spewing out of the eye=sockets, but gethering my wits about me I wasted no time in choosing the only option left open to me. I would go to the library.

As I surreptitiously approached the Rankine Brown building I was shocked to find my progress blocked by pigs who had cleared the vicinity in the expectation that the building would be blown sky high by a bomb. At this point in time I reflected momentarily that surely anyone intelligent enough to make a bomb would be intelligent enough to put it under Weir House. The bomb obviously wasn't there. Anyway, now that I am approaching the end of this letter I would just like to pose the reader this searching question. If one is prevented from reading, eating and cannot extract any pleasure from lectures, what is the point of being at Varsity?

Yours sincerely,

Acrid Smell.