To the Editor:
What are you people doing?
What are you doing to the tradition that so many before you helped build? Mock Wedding, 200 nights, the luau, spam and clam jams? All of these memorable events have been eliminated or reduced to mere shells of what they once were. These were the events where most of my college memories were forged and those memories have been taken from you and you don’t even know what you’re missing.
Let’s face it. That school has not been fun since 2001. As we stand here in 2005, there is a team of security guards checking IDs to get into the Point. The Point, a place once regarded as the center of the Fairfield social scene and where anyone could go at any time for any reason, has been reduced to a scene that rivals a party at Townhouse 63 on a Tuesday.
Way to go guys, you’ve managed to let them take from you the one reason why Fairfield was unique, the reason Fairfield was different from schools like Villanova, Providence and BC.
I recently attended alumni weekend to play in a Rugby match. The campus was very welcoming and looked as good as I had ever seen it. Balloons and signs everywhere said “Welcome alumni.” To be honest it brought me back. I felt nostalgic. I felt pride in the school I had once attended.
Then I go to the beach. Hey, maybe my expectations were a bit high, but all I know is that Alumni Weekend when I was there was one of the greatest times to be at the beach all year.
This past Saturday the weather was nice, and after two weeks of rain the sun was a sight for sore eyes. But if you were at the beach this past Saturday you would have thought it was Thanksgiving break.
The place was a ghost town. In fact, I saw an entire house of girls dressed to the nines, walking out to their cars to drive to a townhouse party on campus.
Has the whole world gone crazy? Was I at bizarro Fairfield University? I seem to remember a sign in the basement of a certain blackballed house at the beach that read “Screw Harvest, Screw Campus, We’ll never go back!”
Let’s take it back to the days when, besides a few unfortunate friends, the Townhouse kids were dorks no matter how hard the school tried to make the Townhouses look like a “cool, on-campus” alternative to the beach.
People, it’s going to take a lot more then a few Sodexho tents and fake sumo wrestling to make the campus an alternative to drunk freshman girls in hula skirts and coconut shelled bras at the beach.
Let me ask you this. Do you think the possibility of a drunken Irishman running around with Beetlejuice on his shoulders exists on campus? Yeah, that’s because it doesn’t. But it happened at Fairfield Beach and it was burned into my brain forever, filed under fun. This is the kind of stuff you are missing out on.
It is sad to me that most of you will never know the beach like I know it. But I can’t change that, only you can, someone has to take the bull by the horns and throw a great party in the tradition of Bobby Sacramento. Bobby threw one hell of a party. His “leave your panties at the beach” party was what dreams are made of.
All it takes is a little ingenuity and a lot of balls. I leave you with this. The setting for fun exists, it’s up to you to bring the fun. So make it happen, make some memories, that’s what you are there for. Thanks for listening to a disgruntled old timer.
Sincerely, Bobby Sacramento Class of 2001
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