Instead of forfeiting unused points to Wesleyan’s trillion-dollar coffers, order a whole host of electronics and quality consumer merchandise through catalogs provided at Weshop. Many of our campus concerns revolve around “me” centered social issues, and most will agree that this “secret” sure beats buying out the campus grocery store’s canned goods department, only to donate it all to charity.
On a related topic, perhaps students should add to their practice of preaching to the choir the crucial act of educating the world-outside-the-bubble. We got a radio station, a new student-run community publication, and lots of organizations which bring some of our concerns to the elements of society that might actually have their own problems. If we share some of ours, we might learn some of theirs. But don’t stop preaching to the choir of course; it’s a little weird that there still seems to be intolerance for the transgendered community, for example, and I would have thought that people as smart as we supposedly are would have figured out that prejudice of any sort is wrong, duh. What’s good down at admissions? Jesus.
And speaking of gender-neutral pronouns, I’d like to softly encourage Wesleyan students to chill the fuck out. The demand that the general culture respect one’s self-identity and then acknowledge it with specific linguistic constructions is emanating from some of the very same voices that also demand that fraternities be disbanded. Which social preferences are we allowed to question?
I got one for you. If frats went co-ed, would all those girls that “hang” around campus fraternities actually join them, or would they still just “hang” around? I can’t wait to see that shit play out.
I wish I’d never bitched about how bad Wesleyan’s social life was because, in retrospect, I had a killer fucking time, and it embarrasses me that I might’ve sounded like one of those kids who complains about Wesleyan’s lack of social life on fucking Facebook. Irony or pathetic?
Probably not the latter, for I’m enrolled in (my only) two classes with freshman and sophomores. Those little bastards are talented and so much fun. Relax, this place is in good hands. Guys, it was an unexpectedly enlightening and provocative experience.
Though what’s good at the Argus? Your staff misdirects readers in every issue using incorrect pagination referencing. It’s ridiculous. Your editors get money and class credit while WESU Board members get student-orchestrated candlelight vigils on their front lawns. Also, one of your master CD’s was passed to me and I almost hijacked your publication. That would have been mean and probably illegal, and I’m glad I didn’t do it. Other than the pagination errors, your operation is tight.
I always wanted but never got around to making T-shirts that parodied the Crew team’s apparel but instead said “screWes.” That shit is funny, and someone should definitely jump on it. I also wish I had seen the Butt tunnels, been to the top of Judd, and attended a Vespers service. Takers?
Finally: chalking. It’s vandalism, it’s illegal, and the institution itself was at one point abused. But we’ve turned a means of protest into its own issue and allowed it to virtually die out. Start frigging chalking again! Asking for permission to defy the rules? To the best of my knowledge, no one called in advance to reserve stools during the sit-in movement. Wesleyan gives us the bureaucracy to fight so we can prepare to be the leaders of tomorrow. Where are the rebels who will go farther than green hair and indictments of President Bennet?
A criminalized, naturally occurring chemical substance was the motivation behind a structurally communist enterprise we conceptualized within The People’s Republic of Hewitt 8, Flo’ 1 my freshman year. The intent was accidental and in fact evolved throughout the year, but a plastic bucket into which we deposited loose change whenever congregated in my quarters was directly responsible for a 16–person-personal-blunt extravaganza known as El Dayo Bluntastico. (Alternative interpretations of reality are all the more pleasurable when they’re free.) It’s an annual, ever expanding tradition; new families have been born around campus. Sometimes it doesn’t matter who threw in $20 and who threw in a penny… sometimes the session is more important than the contribution. We don’t grow apart, we just grow up, but we’ll always be there.
WESU, Omega Omicron, housemates, Wesleyan and WSA administration, people who obviously deserve mention: I hope shoutouts don’t seem this gay on radio.
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