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...lecture hall's right side. It was 3:06 p.m. and the intruder walked onto the stage, startling the professor, Joseph Peterson. The unannounced visitor bore several weapons, including a 12-gauge shotgun, a 9-mm Glock pistol and two other pistols. He wore jeans and a t-shirt and carried a guitar case. The 150 or so students in the introductory geology class thought it was all just a joke. That is, until the gunfire started. The first body down was the professor...
...Those wearing the tees are either unaware of or unconcerned by the meaning of the English messages they bear. It's not uncommon to see a man wearing a T-shirt boasting "World's Best Grandma," or a young girl wearing a shirt lamenting "Stripping ruined my life." I've seen an old woman in "I Love AC/DC," an indigenous grandmother with a shirt bragging, "My boyfriend is hotter than yours," and another disclosing that "My boyfriend is out of town...
There was something not quite authentic about the Super Bowl victory celebration here last week. The crowd was not rowdy football fans; it was a group of shy local women and children who are unlikely to have seen the game, but came anyway to get a free Super Bowl T-shirt or hat. And then there was the fact that the champions being celebrated on those T-shirts and hats were the New England Patriots...
...Sometimes, the message can be downright subversive. Once in Costa Rica, a friend and I were waiting for a bus when a group of tough-looking teenagers approached and gave us a hard look. But the leader of the pack was wearing a T-shirt that read: "I'm not a bitch, I just suffer from permanent PMS." I didn't know whether to hand him my wallet or a Motrin...
...Once, in a tiny eatery on Roat?n Island, Honduras, the young boy who came out to take my order was wearing a T-shirt from my hometown - a purple Wellesley softball shirt that looked identical to the one my family had recently donated to charity. Excitedly, I tried to explain to him in broken Spanish that he was wearing my sister's shirt, which he interpreted as an accusation that he had stolen it. The boy profusely denied my allegations, and when he reappeared with my fried chicken, he was wearing a different shirt to deter any further conversation...