User:Zbailey
From Conner 2
(Difference between revisions)
(17 intermediate revisions not shown) | |||
Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
- | [[Image: | + | [[Image:Zach.jpg|frame|Zach Bailey]] |
- | < | + | [[Category:Alumni]] |
+ | <span class="res-name">Zach Bailey</span> | ||
==Stats== | ==Stats== | ||
- | * Room - | + | * Room - 223A |
- | + | * Graduation Year - 2008 | |
- | + | * Major - Course 16 | |
- | + | * Floor Positions - Floor mascot | |
- | * Graduation Year - | + | * Nicknames - Zed Bailey |
- | * Major - | + | |
- | * Floor Positions - | + | |
- | + | ||
- | + | ||
- | * Nicknames - | + | |
==Conner 2 Trivia== | ==Conner 2 Trivia== | ||
- | |||
; Unit : | ; Unit : | ||
- | + | : The bailey is the unit of pomp. Wearing a tuxedo and pith helmet to a floor dinner where Anna's Taqueria is served while singing "Rule Britannia" is equal to one bailey. | |
- | + | ||
; Secret Santa Poem : | ; Secret Santa Poem : | ||
+ | : The perfect gift, I searched for up and down; | ||
+ | : "A hat would look just dashing," I exclaimed, | ||
+ | : a fine black top hat for his brainy crown | ||
+ | : that rests so high atop a brawny frame. | ||
+ | |||
+ | : His curious penchant for absurdity, | ||
+ | : "Balloons," said he, "We'll fill her room complete!" | ||
+ | : is rivaled only by his purity | ||
+ | : with which young Rick did not expect to compete. | ||
- | + | : His accents and his wit make him a friend | |
+ | : a Kazakhstani would be proud to know; | ||
+ | : fear not to use your gift, 'till winter's end | ||
+ | : let Europe and all it's wonders be your home. | ||
- | + | : To cap this tale, lest my welcome wear thin, | |
+ | : this hat put on, and the celebrations begin! |
Current revision as of 03:55, 27 May 2010
Zach Bailey
Stats
- Room - 223A
- Graduation Year - 2008
- Major - Course 16
- Floor Positions - Floor mascot
- Nicknames - Zed Bailey
Conner 2 Trivia
- Unit
- The bailey is the unit of pomp. Wearing a tuxedo and pith helmet to a floor dinner where Anna's Taqueria is served while singing "Rule Britannia" is equal to one bailey.
- Secret Santa Poem
- The perfect gift, I searched for up and down;
- "A hat would look just dashing," I exclaimed,
- a fine black top hat for his brainy crown
- that rests so high atop a brawny frame.
- His curious penchant for absurdity,
- "Balloons," said he, "We'll fill her room complete!"
- is rivaled only by his purity
- with which young Rick did not expect to compete.
- His accents and his wit make him a friend
- a Kazakhstani would be proud to know;
- fear not to use your gift, 'till winter's end
- let Europe and all it's wonders be your home.
- To cap this tale, lest my welcome wear thin,
- this hat put on, and the celebrations begin!