All shades of green were represented and so was every color
in the flowers that lined the walks and burst forth from the beds.
In perfect compliment, the lovely old brick and stone buildings
sat around the campus, complaisant and secure, full of pride and tradition.
The library building, squat and solid, redolent with the collected tomes
of the ages, stood as a testament to humanity's progress. Works of ancient
poets and philosophers, sinners and saints filled the shelves co-mingling
with the more recent and modern books. Here were the records of man's
highest achievements and his inhumanity to man but as yet, this building
cataloged few, if any, records of woman's highest achievements and man's
in-humanity to woman. The former being seldom recorded or remembered;
the latter too usual and customary to remark upon.
Whistling softly to himself, Jonathan Bambridge, Professor,
Ph.D, Faculty Ombudsman left the sidewalk and entered the
administration building. He proceeded directly to the Vice
President's office and entered through a door already open.
"Jonathan, good of you to come on such short notice," greeted
the Academic VP, waving Jonathan toward the inner office.
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