My submission to the Sociometry Fair 2000 was a full-size, dented garbage can with a large dollar sign in a circle and crossbar spray-painted on it. Attached to the can was the following essay: HELLO What would it mean to you right now if you lost all access to money? Imagine a bank error has…

World History 219, Section 802 Dr. Monica E. Podbielski As far as I can tell, mathematicians are an odd lot. I’ve known a few in my varied undergraduate majors of physics, engineering, and computer science. There is always a surprise to be found in the minds of these people, whether it be the amount of…

Religious Studies 100, Section 401 Dr. David Swain November 22, 1996 A religion must, like it or not, be prepared to supply answers to common metaphysical questions. How long would a new religion last if it offered no answer to the ever-popular inquisition, “What’s gonna happen to me when I die?,” while the Christians down…

He rode his soul down temptation road And when he got home his blankets were cold She ran out the door with a bucket of coal He said, “Goodbye my love, I’ve done you wrong.” And outside his home he wept in despair For letting his true love dissove into air He swore at his…

I used to wander in the slums I’d hear the tales of prostitutes and bums Elvis sang and Susie smiled “Washburn Ave. is no place for a child.” “Who do you belong to child?” I’d just walk and watch my feet Jump the cracks and wonder who I’d meet Sometimes I’d sit against the wall…

(11-Mar-2006 Note: I can’t remember when I wrote this, but it seems like late Junior High. My first contemplation of death, perhaps? I’ve left mistakes that seemed revealing in, but fixed some typos. I’m sure I was influenced by H.G. Wells and probably others, but it seems like a remarkably honest contemplation.) The time traveller…