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May 22, 2016 | by  | in News |
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Gowning around

Coming off the back of six graduation ceremonies, VUWSA President Jonathan Gee has turned into an academic gown.

Vice Chancellor Grant Guilford said Gee had appeared his “usual chirpy self” the first two days, saying he took a turn for the worst during Thursday’s afternoon ceremony.

“One minute he was smiling Gee-fully at a graduate crossing the stage, and the next he was a pile of borrowed robes on the floor, a pile of robes that had definitely never seen the inside of a dry-cleaners.”

Speaking exclusively with Salient, Engagement Vice President Nathaniel Manning said the VUWSA office “simply wouldn’t be the same without Jono’s socks and and signature navy bomber jacket.”

Manning refused to comment when asked whether or not he would pursue the President’s role if Gee was forced to step down, or whether VUWSA would pay the late fee incurred by failure to return academic dress on time.

Gee’s hood now operates in the manner of an early 2000s mood ring, serving as the VUWSA exec’s sole decision making tool.   

Gee can now be found draped over a computer chair in his VUWSA office. All email enquiries for the VUWSA President should be redirected to academicgown@vuwsa.org.nz.

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