Section A. The A-Team. Those people dressed in togas.
We go by different names depending on the context (and the jurisdiction), but mere words can’t capture our essence.
Heavy are the heads the bear the Section A crown. We have to uphold the fine traditions of the Alpha while pretending, in true Clark Kent form, that our inclusion in the alphabetically preeminent Section was merely accidental. But all the while, we knew better. How else, other than Admissions Office ordination, can one explain how the Class of 2010’s luminaries were grouped together to form a bastion of.such intellectual brilliance.such social incandescence.such blatant and overwrought self-delusion?
So perhaps we’re a little full of ourselves. Perhaps we’ve taken a few liberties with other Sections’ mascots. Perhaps we even Jarty a little too hard.
But we’ve had our fun and made our mark. Most important, we arrived as peers and will depart as friends.
See you at the Bus Stop, and GO A!
