University of Toronto Engineering Society - Skule Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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Before I start, let me put everything into perspective. It is presently around 7:00 on a Friday in October at Suds just after burning a 25 percent midterm. I ' m trying to write a President ' s message and make it sound like I am sorry to be leaving. I may be depressed, slightly drunk and perhaps even maudlin, but I cant’t place myself in April at graduation feeling sad because I ' m leaving these hallowed halls. And yes, you may wonder why I ' m writing this in October. Let me tell you. Yearbooks are done in stages with lots of pages submitted at different times of the year. Usually the editor likes to put the least important stuff in first, so here I am trying to meet a deadline in October. It is difficult to picture myself leaving, but somehow I don ' t think that I will be sad. I came here for four years of Engineering and now I ' m leaving with my degree and memories of good times in hand. Going out and getting a job is a little scary and I know a lot of my fellow graduates are avoiding growing up by going to grad school. Peter Pan didn ' t go to Never-Never land; he went to grad school. Sure, you say. I ' m just bitter cause I couldn ' t get into grad school and remain a little kid, too. Well, you ' re right; so there! I ' m kinda lookin ' forward to goin ' out into the real world (and learning how to spell). I don ' t have a job while I ' m writing this and I may not have a job while you ' re reading this, but I ' m an optimist. I may not be really sad about leaving, but I will remember U of T fondly. Let me pretend I’m a high school valedictorian - I ' d like to thank Dean Heinke and all the professors for the fine education we have received, and I would also like to thank Manuel, the janitor, for keeping the place clean so that we wouldn ' t be attacked by ants at Versa. I ' ve run out of things to say. How long is this supposed to be, anyway? I guess I ' ll end with some touching words: Y’all come back now, ya hear?! and if you can ' t come, send money. Verbally abusively yours, IaJ J ' l Wayne McPhee President 6