The City of Brotherly Shove:

Good ol' BBC - gotta love it... It's almost like we're our own little town up on the hill of Sussex, New Brunswick... No one really has any reason to leave the campus... so most don't... some don't even leave their rooms... creepy.

Today's blog deals with the issue of trying to help some of our residents develop social graces that they lacked before coming to Bethany and well... still don't have. In the process of this blog, I have to sincerely commend a certain anonymous person (named Jon Billings) for tolerating and surviving a whole semester under certain circumstances. I'd give him a Purple Heart or Iron Cross or something like that for bravery in the line of duty, but truth is, I don't have any to give.

This subject came up at lunch as Wiedmaier presented one of his conundrums with the group (Luke, Billings, Wied, Jets, and myself.... all later joined by K8).

(Insert Seattle accent)

"Why is it that certain people in leadership positions can come down hard on people for a unique hair style/ length of hair, and forgetting to take off a hat in a 'forbidden zone', yet not confront someone for not bathing for an extended... by extended I mean 2 months... period of time? That isn't gel in his hair! That?s two months worth of grease... It shines dude!"

As we sat and pondered this, Jets disguntally informed us that he woke up to that smell this morning! This disturbs me because the perpetrator's room is 2 doors down from his and mine is 2 away from Jets'!

Ladies and Gentlemen, something needs to be done!

I suggested that a couple of bottles of Febreez might take care of it, but never truly understood the severity of the situation. It was then that I received the shocking news that no, it had been tried... the estimated presence of the Febreez was about 10 minutes until the smell of "fass" (thanks for the word Jetchick . Fass = foot and ..... you can guess the rest) returned in power.

So here is my conundrum, ladies and gentlemen:

How do you tell someone, in brotherly love, that they stink worse than a backed up septic system in a mortuary? How do you let them know, in brotherly love, that "Crisco" was never an appropriate or attractive hair style? How do you let them know that if their roommate died from the stink in the room, no one could tell the difference between the smells? How do you let them know the importance and proper use of showers and laundry facilities? How do you let them know all this in love? Do you tie them up, throw them in a shower, and pour shampoo and soap in? Do you break into the room and do their laundry and change their sheets? Do you Febreebomb the room twice a day? How do you do all of this in genuine brotherly love and concern for them and other residents?