To the Editor,
I didn’t realize that He Said was so popular that it now has a special RA edition.
What used to be the best bathroom reading on campus has turned into the same conversation you have with the dean of students the first time you have one of those wildly intoxicated nights we’ve painfully heard about for the last two Wednesdays.
What should be discussed is how that one kid almost hit the cement wall doing a dizzy bat, or how some people still don’t have a firm grip on what a gargoyle is.
This week’s topic was etiquette so I’ll try and follow suit.
One-fourth of this school are seniors, one-half of the population are underclassmen and still trying to figure out why they came to this school, and the other quarter live in the shacks on campus that have been robbed of their basements.
The tone for etiquette this year needs to be set by seniors who live at the beach. Two dollar Tuesdays are great, that’s our night at the Grape; consider it a gathering of people who know they only have nine more months before they can sit on their couch at home while their dad’s are bitching at them wondering why that job with Merrill fell through.’
Other nights of the week should be devoted to not only our well being as far as drinking goes, but to letting the other-classmen know they can come down to the shore and drink without getting screamed at.’ I’ve seen perfectly good freshmen females get tossed from a party that bragged about having kegs for the last two days.
I suggest we let these people down and let them have a good time, diversify a little bit so the drama down here doesn’t seem like an old episode of ‘90210.’
If we don’t, the other-classmen will be forced to listen to the mindless brain-washings of someone who has never tasted the fresh crispness of Schaffers or even the fine aged love of a bottle of Dubra.
Let them drink Bud; it’s college.
Sincerely,
Mark Pace ’09
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