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      ODS
      280)
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      aed
     
     
      _a
      twentysometh
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      elcome
      back
      gen
      x-ers,
      to
      another
      year
      at
      UPEI!
      T
      willtake
      this
      opportunity
      to
      personally
      welcom
     
     
      ll
      Frosh/freshmen/freshwomen/freshwomyn/freshpersons
      (can
      you
      say
      political
      correctness?)
      t
     
     
      his
      fine
      university.
      It
      will
      get
      better,
      fellow
      global
      teens.
      As
      a
      senior,
      |
      know
      these
      things.
      Now.
     
     
      do
      realize
      that
      this
      column
      has
      been
      delayed
      in
      finding
      a
      publication
      date,
      but,
      as
      everyone
      knows
     
     
      am
      a
      self-respecting
      slacker,
      so
      procrastination
      was
      in
      effect
      from
      registration
      day.
     
    

    
     
      Beyond
      being
      a
      hopeless
      slacker,
      |
      was
      also
      the
      advertising
      manager
      for
      the
      X-Press
      for
      the
      firs
     
     
      hree
      issues
      of
      said
      newsmagazine.
      |
      resigned
      from
      that
      position
      during
      the
      second
      week
      o
     
     
      roduction
      -
      the
      pressure
      of
      maintaining
      a
      sales
      position
      for
      a
      free
      weekly
      was
      more
      than
      |
      coul
     
     
      ake,
      but
      thanks
      to
      my
      quitting
      (such
      a
      strong
      word),
      |
      am
      now
      able
      to
      continue
      with
      my
      colum
     
     
      hat
      began
      just
      less
      than
      a
      year
      ago
      with
      a
      scathing
      review
      of
      “Mr.
      Dress-Up”.
      This
      news
      shoul
     
     
      ut
      my
      burgeoning
      cult
      following
      at
      ease.
     
    

    
     
      How
      did
      |
      spend
      my
      summer?
      |
      will
      put
      it
      in
      print
      so
      the
      masses
      will
      know
      and
      we
      can
      bypas
     
     
      hat
      topic
      when
      sharing
      conversation
      in
      the
      university's
      cultural
      cafe
      and
      drawing
      card,
      the
      Pit.
      Thi
     
     
      ast
      summer
      |
      worked
      at
      a
      McJob
      in
      Cavendish
      (Anneland,
      PEI)
      which
      had
      nothing
      to
      do
      with
      utilizin,
     
     
      y
      education.
      After
      all,
      how
      often
      does
      the
      opportunity
      arise
      at
      the
      Boardwalk
      to
      quote
     
     
      hakespeare?
      Workingat
      Christopher's
      Beach
      Club
      (free
      endorsement
      Mr.
      Cudmore!)
      was
      actually,
     
     
      lot
      of
      fun.
      Being
      nicknamed
      Casey,
      as
      in
      the
      small
      wooden
      puppet,
      really
      added
      drama
      to
      my
      foray,
     
     
      nto
      retail.
      We
      played
      extremely
      loud
      music
      for
      which
      we
      received
      more
      than
      a
      few
      unnecessary,
     
     
      complaints.
      Granted
      the
      music
      was
      loud,
      but
      the
      staff
      needed
      something
      to
      maintain
      sanity
      when
     
     
      sixty
      badly
      dressed
      tourists
      were
      standing
      at
      the
      counter
      demanding
      plastic
      lobsters
      and
      directions
     
     
      to
      the
      nearest
      bank
      machine.
      And
      only
      once
      did
      we
      erroneously
      play
      “The
      Most
      Wonderful
      Girl’
     
     
      by
      the
      Lords
      of
      Acid.
      Do
      you
      really
      think
      the
      opening
      line,
      “I’m
      fucking
      beautiful..”,
      should
      not
      be
     
     
      the
      first
      thing
      a
      family
      from
      Ontario
      should
      hear
      upon
      piling
      out
      of
      the
      stationwagon
      after
      fun
      filled
     
     
      day
      at
      Rainbow
      Valley?
      If
      you
      can
      find
      meaning
      in
      that
      long
      run-on
      sentence,
      you
      can
      decide.
     
     
      |
      feel
      this
      year
      that
      |
      do
      not
      have
      to
      go
      on
      and
      on
      about
      the
      illustrious
      generation
      X,
      since
      every
     
     
      twentysomething
      and
      educated
      yuppie
      know-it-all
      did
      that
      during
      the
      long
      hot
      summer.
      You
      know
     
     
      Who
      you
      are,
      the
      ones
      working
      towards
      an
      unattainable
      job
      in
      the
      real
      world
      while
      setting
      aside
     
     
      money
      from
      each
      pay
      cheque
      to
      donate
      to
      the
      national
      debt.
      If
      you
      are
      still
      in
      the
      dark,
      simply
      read
     
     
      Generation
      X
      or
      Shampoo
      Planet
      by
      Canadian
      author
      Douglas
      Coupland.
      You
      are
      in
      those
      novels
     
     
      Find
      yourself
      (ooh,
      how
      sixties),
      and
      hop
      on
      the
      bandwagon
      of
      continuous
      twentysomething
     
     
      Whining.
      It’s
      easy
      to
      do,
      and
      asa
      slacker,
      that’s
      just
      the
      way
      you'll
      want
      it.
     
    
   
   
    
     
        
     
     
         
     
     
         
     
     
        
     
     
        
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      September
      23,
      1993/X-Press/15