Four years ago my parents visited me at school. When they saw the Beehive, I looked at them… Four years ago my parents visited me at school. When they saw the Beehive, I looked at them and could see how they suddenly didn’t want me to go to school here.

Sure it’s narrow-minded, but considering how disgusting that place looked, I don’t blame them. And every visitor I brought to Pitt would look at it in the same way. This was not just because the place looked weird, but because of the punks, hippies, art freaks and assorted social outcasts that were always hanging out there.

I’m sure I’ve just pissed off all of the artsy, dyed hair, studded-leather-jacket readers. Well, boo hoo