WILLIAM: Oh Science Drive, so far away, why do I praise you on this day? Your architecture often bland, Levin’e akin to “Futureland”.
LABEL: William! The CPS major!
WILLIAM: Oh, home home to orgo, home to math, few of us escape your wrath. And yet I take this time to say, hurrah to Science Drive today!
WILLIAM: Some may laugh, make fun, and sneer; they have no joy for Gross or Teer. But for those who cannot dance, who can’t do art that’s worth a glance…
SOUND: Sneer!
WILLIAM: For those of us who want REAL jobs, who are not liberal artsy snobs, there is a place where we can thrive. In B.F.E., on Science Drive.