The following poem was composed by my roommate Chris Kopech one late night/very early morning. I though it was rather creative. I have it in my AIM profile, but I want to share it with anyone who does not like to read profiles. So here it is, "Ode to Dorsey".

We may have stained the floors and put holes in the wall but we made our mark on Dorsey Hall. We get drunk and or krunked on almost any day. Is it me or are those assholes from Reid really gay? We've dominated more brain cells than the Rolling Stones. All in our ne'er ending quest to get dome. We play lots of poker and even more halo, and the number of times we've been laid is way low (except for Arver...Yeah Right). But we'll do it next year, for the ladies we'll yearn, as we throw it down on North Quad in Hepburn...Bitches.
`Chris Kopech

This has been another post of Chad: Just livin' the dream.