1) He knew the rules: Yeah, I know, everybody just automaticly says ok to whatever to just get in or to just take the money. You cant hold that against a person. Granted there are a lot more things that we might consider far worse for a college-aged kid to get into; but when does our word mean anything? Yes, everyone makes mistakes and I am sure he is NOT the only one. Unfortunately he didnt work in politics or any huge fortune 500 company or financial institute being badly managed; he could have taken a mere slap on the wrist and probably some moral bail-out money and a season pass to some local strip club; not to mention, get to keep his job and additional "bonuses." But he isnt.
2) Everybody's doing it: Really? Are they? Not so convinced. With the media hanging on every bad decision Charlie Sheen makes and does; one might wonder WHY this is even newsworthy...well it isnt! Anyone who's been pulled over by the police for speeding and offered the excuse that everybody was doing it was soon followed by the response "but I caught you!" Not to beat a dead horse that's still running; had he been the head of a large financial institute or politician...he might have skated free.
3) But he's a star: No you didnt! Tell that to Tiger Woods, Charlie Sheen and etc. What about the game and our school's financial losses resulting from being honest and holding to our rules? Honestly, there are very few saints; and a gazillion claiming to be nothing less. Despite knowing the rules and everybody's doing it; then it should certainly be ok for a star/public figure to do whatever they want. They made that money/fame; you didnt (thanks Bobby Brown). I am always entertained by people holding others to a higher standard than the one they hold to themselves. Sure, they signed up for it so I get the right to judge them...right? Is it?
I don't know how it happened;
but it did. Slowly at first
then more quickly.
I was overcome by its salacious curves
and seductive potential.
My pulse quickened
just from proximity.
My finger reaches out hesitantly trembling
for the tiny button that I know
will set free my every fear
and want in a single touch.
My ears stand perched
for the sound of my deepest approval.
The surface of my fingertip
rests on the little button shiny with expectation,
measuring the resistance of my persistence.