Great Storm on Trinity Hill

Peculiar Events:

God so shook Beze Third, we were all left clinging to our bedstands. Or so I've heard. Apparently a great and epic thunderstorm rolled right on top of Trinity hill momentarily engulfing lower campus. I spent this night with my brothers and sisters, in Luling, TX. When I came back to campus the story of the "Great Storm on Trinity Hill" is what I heard first.

The most vivid account I heard came from my roommate.

On a Saturday night, he was out doing what natives of Beirut (voted party city of the world for the summer of 2009) do best, partying. Please keep in mind the stretch of his inebriated imagination in these accounts. He left for his destination on wheels, and was propelled back to Beze Third by troller motor on a boat, slowly and surely. He found our room half submerged in water upon arrival. As any selfless and considerate man as himself would do, his immediate reaction was to search for his peers. He maneuvered the dangerous waters that rushed south down highway 281 towards Corpus Christi, TX. Room to room he swam, and encountered not a single drenched soul. He grabbed the limb of a live oak to catch his breath. Looking up, he saw a white flag waving in the wind. Felice Mignon, his lover, strategically placed her lace frilled pillowcase to attract the attention of a brave man just as he. He swam towards her. In the pivotal moment of his rescue effort Miss Mignon reaches forward to grab his hand to be pulled to safety and gasps as she looks up. She pulled back from his hand in utter fear, Murchison tower falls but to no avail his right hand reaches up and stops it from shattering. He continued to place person after person into the tower's peak before putting it upright again. He saved the night. Many owe their lives to him.

The next issue of the Trinitonian will be completely devoted to this man, Makram Ahmadieh. The bravest of souls.

If you don't believe this lie is true, ask the blind man he saw it too.

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