First of all, I would like to thank Lizz for giving me the opportunity to voice my end of this painfully blown-out-of-proportion story. Let's return to the scene of the "crime", shall we?
Reviewing the facts of the case, Lizz and I went for a walk Sunday night. It was slightly drizzly when we began our ambling, and we didn't figure it was going to be any big deal. God had something else in mind. It started pouring. My fault? I don't think so. Lizz's? Despite the great amount of authority she can exercise when she chooses, she has yet to gain control over the weather (emphasis on yet).
So, once the rain really started coming down, Lizz called Casey. When Casey realized we were outside, well, let's just say he was displeased (yeah, that was an understatement). This sophomore then had the nerve to use the word, "Woman" to address a senior. Out of line? You be the judge. Lizz then very meekly explained that we were out by the administration building. Casey states very definitively that he was coming out to get her. After Lizz convinced Casey to wait at the dorm, we began our trek over to Edwards. Deciding Casey was probably going to make a much bigger deal of this than he needed to, I left Lizz on the doorstep of the dorm and headed back to mine.
Naive little me thinks the whole thing is over. Ha ha haaa, no. Lizz calls me about 15 minutes after I get back to my room and tells me of Casey's patronizing behavior that I'm sure you've all heard about by now. What you probably haven't heard is that shortly after Lizz and I were finished talking, Casey Bingham decided he should call and lecture the stupid freshman. Those of you who know our Mr. Bingham will no doubt find the following dialogue humorous.
Casey: Mr. Pond?
Me: Hi Casey, how you doing?
Casey: Were you just out with Elizabeth?
Me: Yes, Casey, I was.
Casey: Was she dry when you reached the dorm?
Me: No, Casey, she wasn't. It's raining outside.
Casey: Very good. Was she cold?
Me: Yes.
Casey: Was she muy frio? (yeah, he really asked that)
Me: Yes, Casey, I'm sure she was very cold.
It just went downhill from there. He proceeded to explain to me, in very condescending language I might add, that people from McAllen, TX do not use the words "cold" and "wet" in the same sentence. Now honestly, how many of you even know where McAllen is? Neither did I. Like I was supposed to know this? Please cut me some slack.
It might have been funny if it had ended there. For those of you who know Casey well, you know this was again naive thinking on my part. I go down to the SA office the following day (Monday) and Casey is there. As I prepare to leave, I make the observation that Casey, who is still making comments about how grounded Lizz is, is in need of professional help. Casey states that he should have grounded me. Please. The only people that have ever grounded me were my parents. My relationship with Casey is more of an acquaintence than anything else, and he seems to think that he could actually exercise that kind of authority over me? Give me a break.
Did it end there? Dream on. I was heading down to the office again today and met Casey and Lizz coming up the stairs. It was here that I learned that Casey had just relieved Lizz of her iPod. Now, in life we have certain lines of decency that ought never, under any circumstances, be crossed. Music is what keeps Liz alive. In taking away her iPod, Casey committed a crime of the utmost indecency. Then he has the nerve to listen to it, and the nerve to criticize Lizz's choice of music. If nothing else had been across the line to this point, these actions pushed him at least 25.4 miles passed it.
So ends my side of the story. I now submit it to you, the jury to make your decision. You have heard the story from all three perspectives, and I think there is only one conclusion that you can come to. Casey Bingham is innocent, on grounds of insanity.
