Spring Fever runs rampant
All we wanted was a Velcro
For the week of April 2-6, the always much
anticipated Spring Fever Week hit the campus, leaving in its wake
a trail of peeled shrimp and hot dog wiener remnants. Oh yeah, and the
Coca-Cola trailer still remains parked in the quad.
Traditionally, this is an SGA sponsored time
for students to put down their books and enjoy the newfound weather. This
year's festivities included a seafood boil, a showing of Top Gun in the
quad, a silent auction fundraiser for the Make-A-Wish- Foundation, and
of course a live concert by whatever band was available for the amount
of funds allotted. Thankfully, the Whittington Weekly was there to recap
all of the major headlines.
Karl Moore sighted on campus
After being elected Campus Activities Board
chairman last spring, this student representative disappeared from campus
life only to make his triumphant return during Derby Day (one of the fruits
of his tireless efforts) last week. Upon noticing him, students exclaimed,
"Why is Graham Carner in charge of Derby Day?" Upon questioning Moore
on his resemblance to the current SGA President, he politely declined to
comment by replying: "No comment."
In a somewhat related incident, BSU members
stood in disbelief after discovering Christy Carley had not won the SGA
presidential election against William Waller. Rioting Baptists were quickly
subdued after the stunning realization that Joy Fain was actually Waller's
King Konga konquers kquad
Thursday night brought the much anticipated
King Konga (who?) concert, with a one night only performance on the far
edge of the Quad near Chrestman. Perhaps this could explain the abundance
of freshmen girls at the event, whom sleep would not visit on this night.
Attendees were treated to their favorite King
Konga hits from past albums "Monkey See. Monkey Groove" and "Halo". The
band also did a great job of butchering a cover of Peter Gabriel's "In
Almost as if in response to the constant questions
of the band's identity circulating through the crowd, the lead singer felt
the need to proclaim "Hey, guys, we're King KONGa!!" after every song.
As the distinct, sharp odor of beer wafted
into the crowd, choctaws were perplexed at the appearance of a group of
invading Millsaps students, complete with alcoholic beverages "cleverly
disguised" in Powerade bottles. Then the obviously drunk Millsaps miscreants
proceeded to scream and yell at the band (giving King Konga the excuse
to shout their name five more times).
Finally, the irony was not lost on us that
this drunken display took place only a few feet away from the spot where
the wrecked car rested promoting Alcohol and Drug Awareness. When asked
about the responsibility of musicians to promote healthy lifestyles, Konga's
drummer stared blankly at us before answering, "We're KING KONGaaaaaaa!!!!
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Uh." -- Whittington Weekly staff