This week I was sent the story about a Penn State sorority dressing up as Mexicans thirty seven times. I’m not exaggerating; I started counting after the tenth time. I think that’s a lot. I was probably the “go-to” guy for this story since I went to Penn State, I was in a fraternity, hung out with the sorority that got in trouble, and write for a website that lets you vote on things with either a “Bro” or “Not Rapey Enough” (is that it?) Cup. This site has already written a response to it by another alumni, Brandon Wenerd, where he claims that “we” are all “embarrassed.” And while saying that Mexicans mow lawns isn’t the type of thing I would yell at an audience full of 100 landscapers (the 60 Mexicans might take offense that I didn’t reference the 40 Dominicans), I’m still not personally "embarrassed" (remember all that kid-rape, Penn Staters? Now THAT was embarrassing). It's more that I'm embarrassed for them, like when your preteen cousin tells everyone at Thanksgiving that she’s trying out for X-Factor before launching into a rendition of "Beautiful" by Christina Aguilera. College is where you’re SUPPOSED to be dumb. College is where you’re SUPPOSED to make mistakes. College is where you’re supposed to enter a beer Olympics themed party as team Aruba and wear “We're going Holloway to the top!” t-shirts. Take all of those wonderful mistake-opportunities away and I wonder: Is the college of today even worth it?
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Tags: college life, j-train's world
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