Guess who's back. Leslie? Please. I, Atobe, return from the more temperate environs of Tokyo quite refreshed, but I was rather surprised; Crusader had told me there'd been almost no snow, but I, Atobe, suppose since that communiqué the clouds have opened. I would resent the man for his silence on the meteorological--but he has, however, a reasonable excuse. At last, he has finished Soft Despotism and The Last Man: Tocqueville and Nietzsche on the threats before man under the equality of conditions, the seventy-five page capstone he elected to write to close off his experience in the AC Honors Program. As his proofreader I, Atobe, vouch for its quality, but he told me about the thing so darn long ago, t'was nearly forgotten by moi.
Whilst I, Atobe, am not involved in student government, and need practice my tennis along with the rest of the gang during most of my free time, happily my associate and his friends are keeping up the struggle against leadership training--although, sadly, one of his noblest friends is really feeling the short, or perhaps, the sharp end of the stick for his valiant efforts. Alas, the usual treatment of those bold men who stand in conscience against liberal bureaucracy! On the brighter side, Leslie has designed a colorful poster for the anime club, soon to adorn hallways near and far on 500 Salisbury Street. Even I, Atobe, haven't the top secret template, but perhaps Leslie will be charitable enough to post it for you all soon.
Be awed at the sight of my prowess!