And then came the Assumptions.
And the Assumptions were without form.
And the Plan was without substance.
And darkness was upon the face of the students.
And they spoke among themselves saying, "It is a crock of shit and it stinks."
And the students went unto their faculty members and said, "It is a bucket of dung and we cannot live with the smell."
And the faculty members went unto their Department Chair saying, "It is a container of organic waste, and it is very strong, such that none may abide by it."
And the Department Chairs went unto their Dean/Director, saying, "It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength."
And the Dean and Directors spoke among themselves, saying to one another, "It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very strong."
And the Dean and Directors went to the Vice Presidents, saying unto them, "It promotes growth, and it is very powerful."
And the Vice Presidents went to the President, saying unto him, "This new plan will actively promote the growth and vigor of the university with very powerful effects."
And the President looked upon the Plan and saw that it was good.
And the Plan became Policy.
And this is how shit happens.
