2008 Woodie Awards
Socially Unacceptable
Ed Troxell
Issue date: 4/1/08 Section: Opinion
College, a place where we can learn and mature. It is a place that allows us to form small social groups. A place that, Monday through Thursday we dedicate ourselves to classes, homework, and cramming for tests, oh yeah and work. The week takes its toll on us.
At the end of the week Friday is the one day we look forward to. It's the start of our weekend. We call our friends, check our Facebook and Myspace, hoping someone is having a party. It's the weekend.
The "social rule" of thumb in college is party, party, party. Every weekend should be filled with kegs, hard alcohol and getting drunk, right? So drunk in fact that by 1 a.m. we are throwing up in a strange bathroom, if we're lucky, or we are passed out having who knows what done to us.
After the weekend of sin is over all we have left are the photos. Yes, those embarrassing photos that are plastered all over Facebook and Myspace for all to see. Monday morning rolls around and we see these and laugh them off. "Wow, I don't remember that. Who is that? Where were we?"
Is this really what we want to do to ourselves? We are in college and it is time to start growing up. I am not saying we shouldn't drink or cut loose once and awhile. I drink on occasions. In fact, a few weeks ago I was in San Francisco with some friends and I decided to party at the hotel we were staying at. We walked down to the liquor store around the corner. It had a limited supply of alcohol. It also had an overwhelming stench; I had to cover my nose. I don't think I have ever smelt something that bad. The closest scent I can compare it to is that of a porta potty. Even then some porta potties would have smelt better than this.
With one minute to go before nine, we ran out and jogged to Bevmo. If you didn't know, Bevmo closes on the weekends by nine. I still don't understand why? One would think they would make more money given it's the weekend and all. Anyway, we went in and split up. I ran to the back to grab a 24 pack of Smirnoff Ice. The others grabbed some hard alcohol and soda to chase it.
At the end of the week Friday is the one day we look forward to. It's the start of our weekend. We call our friends, check our Facebook and Myspace, hoping someone is having a party. It's the weekend.
The "social rule" of thumb in college is party, party, party. Every weekend should be filled with kegs, hard alcohol and getting drunk, right? So drunk in fact that by 1 a.m. we are throwing up in a strange bathroom, if we're lucky, or we are passed out having who knows what done to us.
After the weekend of sin is over all we have left are the photos. Yes, those embarrassing photos that are plastered all over Facebook and Myspace for all to see. Monday morning rolls around and we see these and laugh them off. "Wow, I don't remember that. Who is that? Where were we?"
Is this really what we want to do to ourselves? We are in college and it is time to start growing up. I am not saying we shouldn't drink or cut loose once and awhile. I drink on occasions. In fact, a few weeks ago I was in San Francisco with some friends and I decided to party at the hotel we were staying at. We walked down to the liquor store around the corner. It had a limited supply of alcohol. It also had an overwhelming stench; I had to cover my nose. I don't think I have ever smelt something that bad. The closest scent I can compare it to is that of a porta potty. Even then some porta potties would have smelt better than this.
With one minute to go before nine, we ran out and jogged to Bevmo. If you didn't know, Bevmo closes on the weekends by nine. I still don't understand why? One would think they would make more money given it's the weekend and all. Anyway, we went in and split up. I ran to the back to grab a 24 pack of Smirnoff Ice. The others grabbed some hard alcohol and soda to chase it.
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