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Volume 2, Issue 4 3/15/12 - 4/5/12

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back in my day... liz mcdonald wrote this

Normally I freaking hate it when someone tries to pull that “you don’t know how good you have it” bullshit. Okay yeah, so I grew up with an iPod and indoor plumbing, but how bad could crapping in the woods really have been? Yet now as I prepare to leave behind my VT legacy (wait, what?) I find myself saying the same stupid nonsense to my freshman brother. Back in my day… Getting stuck in the AJ dorms was like a fast-track ticket to Herpesville. Everyone stayed there during orientation, and everyone died a little on the inside and before begging mom and pop to let them share that hotel room. The rooms were like hotboxes – small, gross, and built around some of the weirdest examples of public bathrooms I’ve ever seen. Not to mention that place was like the freaking labyrinth, you try finding your friend in room #4938029840293. And now? The building is outfitted like some kind of mountain version of Club Med. Granite countertops, space, kitchens, and theaters…kids these days forget the real reason shower shoes existed! No, we didn’t care about our carpeted floors getting wet, we were trying to keep the STDs out of our toenails. Rumor has it there are a bunch of Eastern European guys named Sven who give free massages to the female residents. Ok, I made that up, but you get my bitter picture. And how about McComas? A few years ago, both of the campus gyms were outfit with some shitty weight room equipment and some truly ghetto treadmills. Oh, and they both reeked of sweaty nuts…all day. Now there’s 200 times the cardio equipment, and get this, there are TELEVISIONS attached to most of them! I’m much more likely to try and undo my fatass tendencies when I can watch SVU-esday marathons! Back in 2008, if you had any plans of working out, you had to spend two hours convincing yourself to actually walk there, an hour waiting for some sweaty, dumb bitch to get off

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the treadmill, and by then you were so mentally exhausted that Hokie planks at West End were a much better alternative. Now…people...work...out? One change that I’m particularly upset about is the renovation of DX. I’m pretty positive that the only times I was in DX freshman year, I was completely obliterated. And so was everyone else in there. It was similar to a shitty truck stop – people stumbled in, expelled some bodily fluids one way or another, then stuffed their faces with fried food and got the fuck out of there. I mean, you’re not going to eat corn dog nuggets in a place where you actually feel like dignity is necessary. This year, in a fit of tequila-fueled nostalgia, I stumbled from downtown back to the old stomping ground in search of my battered pork bits, and when I reached my destination I was awestruck. The old pig-sty had…flat screen televisions? Carpets? Booth seating? There were people in

Leggings still aren’t pants, no matter how badly you want them to be.

There are a ton of other things I could harp on about…whoever this “Hahn” guy is didn’t used to own the entire campus back in the day, the buildings actually had their own names. We had a commuter parking lot with (almost) enough spaces for the students. And bus routes that had names completely unrelated to where they were heading. I’m sure I’ll come back as an alum and be even more hateful towards the changes ahead: the dining hall with everything, the new fancy-ass engineering building that will probably have working Wi-Fi… but for now, I’m content with just being a crotchety old senior.

Uhh... seriously though. see page 5

see page 4

Spring For a New Wardrobe

there STUDYING. People who probably hadn’t consumed alcohol in their lives, let alone in the past 25 minutes. I grabbed my drunk food of shame, sat out at the picnic table, and cried into the mac and cheese. They had removed my temple! Yeah, I’m still bitter.

Where Did I Park My Car?

Hey Zuck! You Suck! see page 12

An Open Letter to Mark Zuckerberg


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