I used to want to go to President Bollinger’s “fireside chats.” My first two years here, every time I received one of those invitation emails, I tried to sign up. I was unsuccessful, but I’m sure that if I had kept trying, I would have been able to attend one of them in my four years. Such was the wisdom passed down to me by older fireside chatters, at least.
Last year, though, I stopped trying to sign up. I would open the email, sure, but I wouldn’t fill out my information. PrezBo, it turned out, was just not that into me.
