"Whisky and a bit of Dry"
Since Tay-Tarik, appointed quite arbitrarily as the first post-er for this new season, is a bit tardy in getting his words out to print, let me take this opportunity to write a prologue of sorts and perhaps steal a little of his thunder. In true High Level fashion this "prologue of sorts" will have little to no relevance to Tay-Tarik's post, Top's prior post, or even to its own title.
And so it begins, Season 2 (Semester 1) of The High Levels.
Things have changed, even if the posts seem oddly familiar. It is around this age that the irrepressible youth takes its first, tentative steps into true adulthood, learning such values such as responsibility and diligence, and, in the manner of caterpillars metamorphosizing into butterflies, emerge out of the cocoon of university life as respectable accountants and engineers and businessmen. Of course, none of that for the High Levels. We choose, instead, the noble career of Security Guard Management. Or teaching children to hit fuzzy green spheres with oversize fly-swatters. Or, having undergone the panic attacks of understanding the real meaning of "be in the office at 8am", we choose instead to stop the caterpillar-butterfly transforming trick at the half-way stage and start filling out forms for post-grad programmes. And, of course, there is always the ever-popular option of snuggling up in the cocoon a little while longer (known to insiders as 'Honours programme' and 'Minors in technopreneurship and business', and 'er...I'm still in 3rd year').
I await Tay-Tarik's opening episode with much anticipation (and frankly, so should all of you).