sometime freshman year - sometime after sophomore year
And upon this rainy August day, we bid our dear beloved pita farewell. It has fulfilled its purpose throughout its existence, and it's about fuckin time that it got a break.
We all knew of the pita as a slice of flat bread, eternally tasty when stuffed with sandwich trimmings, but those of us who had known the pita personally knew that it was also a dependable companion. It offered undying assistance in planning mcnair head soirees; it gave us the opportunity to share our thoughts, recollections, and brainfarts. However, the time has come to let go, and to bury the crumbs that are left of our good friend, the pita.
For as long as we have been students at McNair, we have been terrorizing the squirrels that reside in Hamilton Park. We taunt them with our french fries, we lure them in with bagels. But evil begets evil, and they sought revenge. Recently, we have not been keeping watch over the pita... we left it unprotected, vulnerable, susceptible to the predators of the night. Ultimately, we gave the angry, vengeful squirrels the opportunity to attack our poor, defenseless pita. And so came the end of the pita. The hungry squirrels came and devoured our friend. Here lie the crumbs of the McNair_Heads Pita. Rest In Peace.
