Dear Beloved Readers,
Friends, Reedies, countrymen . . . lend me your eyes. It sure feels good to be back. In this action-packed edition of The Grail you’ll find the most graceful of all grousings: Grace’s Graceful Grousings (8). Do you go to the bathroom? If so, then this is your day! Here we have part one of the definitive guide to campus restrooms (6). Reed is about to change forever. Three new majors are upon us, read about the new, exciting ways to torture yourself (4). With all the hubbub over the firearm policy passing its good to be reminded of Reed’s surprising past with guns, see what lurks in the Sports Center basement (1). The Cultural Calendar finishes our issue off (10).
If I don’t see ya, good morning, good evening, good night.
“First we saw sand, all over the floor. Then the shell casings. Then the cigarette butts. Then, we looked up, and saw these giant lead deflectors looming over us. Why they didn’t take it all out, I don’t know. Maybe they thought it would make a comeback.” Frank Zornado, Sports Center Supervisor and Aquatics Manager, has seen strange things in his twenty-nine years working at Reed, but one of the most memorable was his discovery of the college’s forgotten shooting range.