The worst of it is the secrecy. I can take personnel decisions for what they are, even if they're poorly informed ones. But at a public university, ain't no excuse for the kind of total lack of transparency we're seeing in this situation. I sat and waited out the Board of Visitors (pretentious goddamn term) in the lobby of UVA's Rotunda with the rest of the Charlottesville press corps the night of their epic meeting, and the whole thing just felt ridiculous. Just spit it out, y'all: You're a bunch of CEOs who have no clue how to run an academic institution. The only nice bit is that despite the Board's trying to time this so that nobody would be around to freak out, everybody came together to freak out.
Perhaps the most ethically ambiguous thing I've ever done is accept an offer of a primo Six Flags Great Adventure Flash Pass from a friend who worked in the marketing department of our newspaper company and diverted said passes (with permission, allegedly) from a contest in which a whole slew of them were being given away as prizes. It was during Fright Fest, too—the October days when you ride coasters in the dark and people dressed as zombies chase you with fake chainsaws and the temperature is perfect. You guys. It was awesome. The evil looks we got as we walked in the exit lines and hopped right on Kingda Ka burned small holes in my soul, but seriously. If you ever get a chance to do it, do it. Consolation to anybody who's had to wait while a Flash Pass jerk boards in front of them: Riding seven roller coasters in two hours makes you feel fucking terrible. Imagine a bad hangover mixed with unshakable carsickness, plus a nagging fear that maybe you did something bad to your brain and could drop dead of an aneurism or something any second.