A little "commission" of sorts I picked up. Behold! Beauty from madness!
On an unrelated note, I saw a gaggle of prospies writhing about in Rosenwald Hall en route to an optional discussion section yesterday morning. Ordinarily, the sight of so many bright, cheerful youths would uplift me; instead, it elicited naught but a terrible dread and an almost irrepressible urge to drag them by their lapels and admonish them against applying to this truly soul-eroding institution, where they, divested of their naivete and stripped of their self-efficacy, will lie naked and withering in the face of a relentless four-year ordeal.