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The Five Types of Students at WVU Allyson Parrish wrote this
West Virginia University isn’t that diverse when it comes to race, ethnicity, or anything else of that sort. WVU tries to make students believe in diversity, but let’s be honest here, we’re just a bunch of Gringos. But if we look deeper, then we do start seeing diversity. The way each student thinks, feels and expresses themselves is quite different from the next. The first type of student you will see on campus is the extreme partier. They’re bragging about how wasted they were, or even how wasted they are at the moment. These are the couch burners, the arsonists who gave us our legacy. These are the students who spend ten years of their lives getting a four-year degree. They know High Street better than the actual campus. Later in life they’ll have to get three liver transplants, but they chuckle and think, “Totally worth it.” Those students rarely come to class and decide to cram for finals at the last moment, or say “To hell with it,” choosing instead to drink the finals week blues away. Many of them can be found in the business or communications schools. The second type of student you will see on campus is the student who takes themselves too seriously, the mega nerd. If a professor is dying and can’t make it to class, these are the students that will complain about the university being subpar. They walk around constantly pushing up their glasses while ignoring ladies in slutty clothes. They’re too busy to have a social life because college is best spent “making something of yourself,” “getting good grade” and “always going to class.” No time to have fun! Save that shit for later! They find extracurricular activities like sporting events, SGA, and nightlife a waste of time; they would rather spend their Friday night locked up in a research lab or doing some calculus just for kicks. Many of these can be found in the engineering and physics schools. The third type of student you will see on campus is the freshman. You may think, “Well duh, that’s a given,” but no, it goes beyond first-year students. This is the group most try to avoid; the exception are being creeper frat guys who prey on the innocent. These students can be seen sporting maps of the campus while wearing a bewildered yet curious look on their faces. They act immature and too loud for sophisticated upperclassmen. You can spot freshman going out on the weekend getting “so smashed” off of two Natty Lights. Don’t worry, though, we’ll kick them into shape. They will learn.
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The fourth type of student you see on campus is the out-ofstate student. These students can be heard complaining about tuition costs and that “these lazy, in-state students don’t pay anything thanks to the Promise Scholarship.” These are the students who come because we are the acclaimed number-one party school. They don’t really want an education; they just know that we know how to have fun. You can spot many of these students in the journalism school.
scream loudest at sporting events. The ones who start the “Eat shit Pitt” chant any chance they get just because, Jesus Christ, we really hate Pitt. They are they ones you can hear say, “This is West by God Virginia!” Don’t let all this talk of hatred make you think poorly of them; they’re actually very considerate and helpful people. If for some reason you can’t finish a beer at a party and the guy beside you offers to help, he’s from West Virginia. These students can be spotted in the agricultural school.
The fifth and final type of student that you will see on campus is the in-state student. You can recognize these students by the amount of camo they wear. These are the ones who
WVU is full of diversity, the majority just overlooks it. Never overlook your diversity; embrace it. Embrace it like the in-state student embraces their Promise Scholarship.
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The Black Sheep Guide to the Apocalypse: Election Edition
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The Invisible Roommate It’s all fun and games until you realize you are also invisible to them.
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page 4: Conversations with the Shower The sweet nothings you whisper to that warm stream of water.
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Conversations with the Shower Hannah Weyer wrote this
Nng. No. I do not want to wake up. Waking up is the worst. What time is it? 8 a.m,? No. The world does not exist before 10:30. Go away. Shut UP, alarm. No one asked you. I’ll kill you. Come on, just stop screeching. Don’t make me get up to turn you off, I’ll never get back to sleep if you make me move. Stop it. Stop it. Cut it out! FINE. You want me to turn you off, I’ll turn youCOLD! Holy crapballs, the floor is freezing! Where are my socks? The fuzzy pink ones? They’re over there? Are you serious? GAH, cold, cold, cold, cold, bam. Snooze button. Victory. Shit, where did this headache come from? I’m never gonna get back to sleep! I hate you, alcohol! Oh, half-empty bottle of rum, I love you. Never leave me. Is the roommate already gone? But the world hasn’t started existing yet. Beyond that door lies the Void. She is beyond reach now. I hope she took the trash with her. May as well get ready now. CHRIST ON A CRACKER it’s cold! Did roommate seriously leave the window open last night? I knew it, she’s trying to kill me. She will suffer my passive-aggressive retribution, mark my words. Why can’t I take a shower in my pajamas? It’s too cold to get naked SWEET MOTHER OF GOD THAT IS NICE. Shower, dear, is it hot in here, or is it just you? How are you making the magical ceiling water so warm? Wait, can you do hotter? Ooh! That is hot! Okay, too hot. Too hot! TOO HOT! Ahhh. Perfect.
the moment. Shhh. Don’t say anything, Shower. I know. I understand you, and I know we’ve only been together for a month and a half, but I feel like you get me too. It’s funny, Shower. I never used to believe in true love before, but now… I… My hair. I have to shampoo. It was nothing, I was just thinking out loud! Here, move down. That way I can wash my hair without getting cold. Aw, hell, let’s turn up the heat! YOLO! Sweet peaches and cream, it’s like millions of tiny demons flaying my skin. I love it. CRAP! Is that my alarm? I forgot, I left the snooze on! Oh my God, that’s annoying! I’ll be right back, hang on. No, I’m just going to turn off the alarm. What? No, of course there isn’t another shower, you’re the only shower in my life! That’s why I gave you the loofah! Please stop crying, Shower. No, I’m sorry. Shhh. Of course I’m not mad, why would I be mad at you? You’re perfect and warm and wonderful… you’re right, I don’t need to turn off the alarm. It’s not that annoying. Let’s just stay here. I mean it. The alarm isn’t important. You are. I love you too, Shower. I love you too. Smell this conditioner, Shower! It’s like strawberries! I’m so glad that we have each other. You complete me. Man, I don’t want to leave! I want to stay with you where it’s safe and warm! Out there is so cold and dry, it’s like it doesn’t even care about me. But you care. You care about my comfort. You’re the best. But seriously, I do have to go to class. Yes, I do. Haha, yes. No, you’re silly! No, you! Come on, let me go, you big silly goose. I’ll be back tonight, I promise! Ooh, I don’t wanna see you go either! Well… I guess I have time to shave my legs again. Man, I am going to have to run to class, aren’t I? Ooh, hotter! Perfect!
Shhh! Do you hear that? Is that… is that the “oh shit” alarm? 9:00, how is it 9:00? Shit, I’m late for class! No, I’m serious, Shower, let me go! Yes, I do have to get to class, I can’t skip again! I have to be a good student! No, don’t touch me, let me go! Let me go! Of course I can still make it, just let me get dressed! They will not all look at me funny, everyone is late sometimes. I’m gonna count to three, then you have to let me go to class. One… two… Fine. You win. What’s one more skipped class, anyway? As long as I have you, it doesn’t matter. Right? Wait, what’s wrong? No, hot. Hotter, Shower, what are you doing? Are you okay? What are… what are you doing? No! No, it’s chilly! Hotter, Shower, hotter! GAH! YOU BASTARD! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! I am betrayed! Et tu, Shower? Et tu?
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If there’s one thing about winter in Morgantown that everyone agrees on, it’s this; you will never understand the weather patterns, ever. Logic and probability go out the window as soon as flip-flop season comes to a halt, and quite frankly, no one wants to deal with it. Gone are the days where you wake up and throw the beer cans off of you, slip on your Sperrys and brush the pizza crusts off your tie-dye shirt before walking to class in the sun. Now you must face the treachery of scaling the hills that Morgantown is awkwardly placed upon. Winter in Morgantown is not for the weak, and if you failed to save up your absences for the cold days, you will need to learn what to put in your duffle bag before heading out on your epic journey.
Safety First, Lady mountaineers TBS STAFF wrote this Halloween is coming up fast! Now, we know since we’re all finally grown ups, there’s a lot of temptation to go out and have the night of Halloween debauchery you always dreamed of. Whether you’re debauching your liver, leaving a flaming bag of debauchery on somebody’s porch, or debauching somebody’s eyes out ‘cause they looked at you funny, there’s a lot of potential for things to go wrong. Especially when you’re a young woman. Now, we may not be completely “in-touch” to all your womanly needs, but this is an important subject, so we’ll try to put ourselves in your shoes for the sake of safety. Every night out starts by getting dressed and ready. Let’s say it normally takes you ten minutes to get dressed and ready. Heck, we’ll be generous and say fifteen. On Halloween weekend, you should double that time. “Thirty minutes just to get ready?” you say into this newspaper like a weirdo, “that’s ridiculous!” Stick with us, it’ll make sense. On top of the things you usually probably do, like lotioning up your boobs or whatever, you’re going to want to bring some protection. Strap yourself with as many weapons as you can. Tuck a little can of pepper spray into your boots. Strap a nightstick to your thigh. Stuff a shotgun into your giant sorority totebag (a handful of handguns will work in a pinch). Don’t forget to think up cool things to say in case you have to defend yourself, like “Oh, I’ll blow you… AWAY… with this shotgun… in your face… asshole!” Probably should cut it off sooner, but it’s a good start. So you’re armed to the teeth and walking to the party, but another danger is all around you - the frigid fall air. Hypothermia causes more deaths per year than pigs, acorn poisoning, and abandonment in outer space COMBINED. Don’t be one of those girls who risk their life just for the sake of lookin’ hot. There are plenty of hot costumes that don’t leave your skin exposed. Like… a sexy burrito, maybe? Hey, don’t knock it, we guarantee every guy on campus has at some point been drunk and hungry enough to think “ohhh man, this burrito looks so good, I almost wanna stick my dick in it.” YOU could be the burrito that strangers almost want to stick their dick into. Shoot for the stars, girl. Once you get to the party, you’re probably going to be tempted by all those super cute boyz. But be careful! In the words of my old Aunt Roxy, “Boys want nothing more than to use you for sex, get you pregnant, and then dump you down the well so he inherits your fortune through your bastard child.” Aint that the truth. So STAY AWAY from them! Hook-ups usually happen after midnight, so protect yourself with God’s own sleep timer: alcohol. Just drink as much as you can, as fast as you can, and you’ll be fast asleep before you can do any wrong. Okay, don’t freak, waking up in the foothills is a rite of passage as sacred as a first divorce. Chances are you lost your purse and phone, and your friends flipped and told your parents you’re missing and probably dead. Hey, I said don’t freak! Jeez! Getting home is easy if you paid attention in school. Remember, the sun rises in the... the, uhhh... fuucckkk. Alright, plan B. In this one episode of Man Vs. Wild, they explained how animal waste is a great way to stay energized and hydrated in a pinch. Oh, excuse us, we didn’t realize we were dealing with Ms. Prima-Donna “I’m not eating shit, I’m like two miles from campus.” Oh, how about that, you had your phone the whole time. You think Papa Johns delivers this far? We’d love something to wash down all that horse piss. We know you’re thinking, “I don’t need safety advice. I already stapled my vagina shut and coated my neck with Tabasco, I’ll be fine.” Yeah, that’s what my friend Amanda said, and three hours later she was dead from acorn poisoning. Now she’s just another statistic. Always play it safe, and remember the three B’s: Booze, burrito, and b’weapons.
10.) Face Lotion: Remember how you tried to put make-up on and look cute this morning? Yeah, that doesn’t matter in December. As soon as you step outside, slather some lotion on your mug to prevent looking like a sun-dried rendition of the Kool-Aid Man. 9.) Snow Boots: Anything else will simply not do. The streets of Morgantown do not accept slick soles and will punish you for attempting to look decent. Invest in some hiking or snow boots that will attack the ground upon impact, so you don’t have to be that person falling down a half-dozen times on North High Street. 8.) Fuzzy Hats: The glory that is a hat must be utilized immediately. Your hair is not important enough to forgo the beanie. Sure, you may look less attractive with the hat hair, but you’ll still be better looking than a corpse done in by hypothermia. 7.) Leg Warmers: Some are cute, some are straight from your mother’s closet. Whatever. Wear the shit out of them and cackle at anyone who refuses to wear a bad pair of purple leggings, because now they’ll match nicely with her lips. 6.) Jackets: Obvious, right? False. It will take a freshman a solid week to realize that November does not accept the hoodie he’s been rocking every day for the past four months. If you must wear it, wear it under your bulky coat. 5.) Under Armour: Anyone who’s sat in the freezing cold in a tree stand at 6 a.m. on a December morning knows the value of an insulated layer. It traps the heat to your body, so while you may feel like a robot walking stiffly down the street, warm you shall remain. 4.) Neck Gaiters: A neck gaiter may be the most awkward-looking piece of clothing there is, but it’s also objectively amazing in the winter months. Bonus points if you don’t use it as an excuse to start holding up liquor stores. 3.) Chapstick: Can’t afford the $1.20 it costs to buy a new one? Just root around in your apartment’s couch cushions, the former tenants almost certainly left a tube in there. 2.) Umbrella: Keep an umbrella with you at all times. It is not unusual for rain to join snow and promptly wreck your hair and face with some weird-ass concoction of pollution and two forms of water. 1.) Ear Muffs and Mittens: You’ll need these to point and laugh at everyone after you hear them complain about how cold their hands and ears are and not hear them say ear muffs are for children and old people.
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The Black Sheep Guide to the Apocalypse: Election Edition Phil McCracken wrote this November 6th marks the 57th Presidential Election in the United States of America. It’s hard to get a consensus from Americans on who should govern the greatest country in the world for the next four years, but one thing everyone can agree on is that if the WRONG/ RIGHT man is elected, it’s the end of the world. We are incredibly smart people at The Black Sheep, yes. But with great smart comes great responsibility. We can’t tell you who to vote for, but we CAN tell you what will happen if you let the wrong person into the White House: the end time. If the wrong man gets into the White House this year, you can count on rampant baby killing/ mandatory ovary surrender for all Americans, and every Sunday will be spent in state-sanctioned church/burning all Christian institutions to the ground. Obviously, we can’t let this happen. But what can we do? PREPARATION: Register to vote. In the battle against the homophobic/successaphobic monster, the only bullet the not-wrong candidate has is your vote. If you don’t register or you think your candidate has it in the bag/isn’t that great anyway, you may as well give a vote over to the other guy, and we all know where that leads: China collecting their debt by selling your sister as a sex slave to Russia; the government placing all gays, women, Muslims, Jews, atheists, Mexicans and poor people in internment camps. Register, yes, but remember to prepare for the worst: stock up on birth control, soap, booze, Korans, porn, freedom; guns, Bibles, straight sex, soda, crucifixes and freedom, just in case. Also toilet paper. You’re really going to want toilet paper when the world collapses.
THE BATTLE: You are only one voter in a country with around 150 million other voters. That can be disheartening. But do not let your heart be troubled, little hobbit. There are many ways to make sure your vote counts! For example, the night of November 5th, go to every Republican/Democrat house you know and nail the doors shut so they can’t get out to vote for the antichrist/antimuhammad. You could steal the identity of every American that’s ever died and vote a billion times in a row. You could volunteer as a campaign intern for the wrong guy and act like a complete idiot on TV, just to screw up Romney/Obama fans. The possibilities are as endless as your willingness to steal other people’s ideas. Whatever you do will be totally justified as long as it helps prevent the war on women/the war on Jesus. THE AFTERMATH: If the wrong man gets elected President of the United States, you may as well move to Canada/your summer home in the Cayman Islands. That’s just all progress toward equal rights/a balanced federal budget gone straight to Hell/ whatever secret hippie Muslims believe is the opposite of secret hippie Muslim heaven. Say goodbye to condoms and healthcare/Christmas and small businesses, and hello to 1950s era civil rights/a thousand years of darkness as promised by Chuck Norris himself. If the wrong man gets elected it’s possible - nay, likely - that he will personally end your way of life with his stash of guns/telekinesis. If you feel at all threatened, you must disguise yourself as a homeless minority on welfare/WASP for the next four years to avoid persecution.
The stakes are incredibly high this election. We can no longer stand idly by as politicians threaten to plunge us into another bloody war/ kill all our fetuses. It’s our duty as Republicans/Democrats - nay, as Americans - to keep the wrong man out of our pockets/uteruses and make sure this powerful/peace-loving nation is in a fit condition to pass on to our children/grandparents on Medicare/Oh my God you did not go there/Oh, like you’re any better, manipulating everyone with your children talk/Well, we won’t have any left if your kind keeps aborting/And we won’t have any grandparents left if your guy’s economic plan goes through/His economic plan is sensible and I’m sick of paying for lazy assholes like you to go to the doctor/Real nice, and I guess you’re sick of paying for schools in struggling areas too/The MARKET will speak for the distribution of federal funds/America is not a business you goddamn idiot/ Maybe it would be in better shape right now if we ran it like one, you socialist prick/I’ll kill your face/I’ll kill your religion/I’ll kill your baby/I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, OBAMA IS A BABY KILLER/ROMNEY HATES POOR PEOPLE/It is so on, baby-killer/See you at the polls, homophobe/ I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I?
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Becky Jacobs wrote this
The following are excerpts from a recovered diary found in an undisclosed dorm room on campus: August 29, 2012: Ah, the campus is so beautifully sweltering in the summer. I love the way my thighs stick together as I attempt to pedal through the Green on my bike. Sweat droplets have gotten to know me better than my roommate so far. There are no sheets on her bed, but her belongings occupy her space. This may seem desperate, but I wish I could just be invisible like Clay Aiken and post up on our bedroom wall like a fly and see if this girl really exists. I mean, where could she be all the time? Perhaps Student Health quarantined her in its deepest pits of misdiagnoses, restraining her from spreading an unidentifiable STD. Or maybe she’s trapped in a repetitive universe like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Every day she’s trying to return to her room, but she can’t. This better not have a Zombieland kind of ending for Murray or me. September 6, 2012: Seriously, how can she have so much shit and never physically be here? I’m not a math major, but I think she takes up over fifty percent of the room. How is that even possible?! I have to tiptoe over her shoes and bottles of Gatorade to make it to my closet. September 19, 2012: Temptation got the best of me today. My mouth salivated as I saw the Hostess cupcake lying in the center of her bed. Screw the dollar and twenty-five cents I’d have to spend at the vending machine downstairs, I want the cupcake. However, economics has it right, there’s no such thing as a free lunch. After slaving away in “our” room, vacuuming every inch of dust and dead insects that found their way in, I deserve that cupcake.
September 23, 2012: I heard peculiar noises in the room last night. No, it wasn’t my neighbors crying again over the ridiculous, multiple breakups in Glee. Instead it sounded like Bear in the Big Blue House trying to fit his ass on a toilet. There were moans and grunting and quiet suggestions to “shift over to the left a bit.” Despite the weariness caused by sleep, I know I’m not a contestant on a dating show with Bret Michaels, Tila Tequila, or Flava Flav. There shouldn’t be grunting in my room late in the night. I was too scared to look to see if it was her. I’m going to play it up as permanent mind scarring from watching endless hours of reality television. September 20, 2012: I e-mailed the FBI today. I wasn’t sure of the exact e-mail address, and ChaCha didn’t seem to know, so I tried “mailto:fbi@government.gov.org.com” and “fbi@government.gov. org.com.net” to be safe. Maybe they can gang up with the CIA to track her down. Seriously, I’ve seen one Pop-Tart wrapper in the trash from her in the past fourteen days. That’s not healthy. For her safety, I also drafted letters to well-know badasses: Bruce Willis, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Marlon Brando, Betty White, and John Wayne. You’re welcome, invisible roommate. October 8, 2012: Apparently the FBI doesn’t give two shits about my problem. I guess I need a predicament the size of Watergate. Excuse me, Deep Throat, but a missing roommate is legitimate in the college world. We’re supposed to be taking shots and painting each other’s fingernails. Actually, I’m not exactly sure what we’re supposed to do. See, I don’t have a roommate. I wouldn’t know. I resorted to my last option: a séance. Maria Leia Natasha Elle Yolanda visited our room today to see if my roommate had died and become a ghost, haunting the room. I swear she took the tele-
vision remote. I can’t find it anywhere! She lit some candles, burned some incense, and said a few words. I thought there’d be more to it. Perhaps Patrick Swayze would show up, and we’d shape some pottery together. I don’t know. I guess I just expected answers. October 10, 2012: I don’t have much time to write, but things are weirder now. I know where my roommate is. She’s… This is where the diary ends. The whereabouts of the author of the diary and the missing roommate are still unknown. Stand by for forty-six copies of an WVU-Alert when the university finds out more.
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bartender of the week Jason The back Door What’s the best part about Back Door: Tradition. The bar has been here for 20 years and it’s really big for alumni. Also, the Wednesday karaoke and the buffet during happy hour Fridays. Most popular drink served on a Friday and Saturday night: Probably beer and Jameson shots. Strongest drink you make: Definitely a Long Island iced tea. There’s just so much alcohol. What is the craziest thing you experienced as a bartender: A guy spitting shots out of his mouth and lighting it on fire in the bar. Favorite part of bartending: No night is ever the same. You never know what to expect. Favorite night to work: After a home football or basketball victory. If you could bartend anywhere in the world where would it be: The Florida Keys. There is beautiful weather, beautiful water, and beautiful women.
the drinking game
BAC - Tosh.08 Comedy Central has a tendency to play day-long marathons of reruns before getting to the shows people actually want to watch (South Park). If you’re lucky, you’ll turn on Comedy Central to find a run of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia or Futurama episodes. However, if you’re not so lucky you will be forced to watch a marathon of a naked Daniel Tosh making tasteless dick jokes. Doesn’t he know that’s our job? What You’ll Need: Cans of beer or mixed drinks, whatever you so desire. Number of Players: As many people you can find that like drinking and internet videos. Level of Intoxication: If you follow all of the rules than you should be as drunk as the average idiot in most internet videos. How to Play: Take one drink when: -Somebody hurts themselves in a video. -Something is blurred/bleeped out. -Tosh makes a self-deprecating joke. Take two drinks when: -Tosh makes a racist joke. -Tosh hints at his homosexuality.
Take three drinks when: -Tosh says, “And for that, we thank you.” -Somebody in a video is speaking Russian. -Somebody in a video is clearly almost killed. Finish your drink when: -Tosh is fully nude. -Tosh’s “20 Seconds on the Clock” actually lasts more than 20 seconds. -The word “Reddit” is spoken.
The Game Ends When: Karmic justice comes around and he’s decapitated by Islamic fundamentalists on video.
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Recipe for Disaster
Bacon Chocolate Chip Cookies This is one that you’ll want to share with friends, but if you have no friends, you can still put yourself up to the challenge. That challenge being a competition between your arteries and your colon to see which one can get clogged first. What You’ll Need: ¾ cups flour, ½ teaspoon baking soda, ¾ teaspoon baking powder, ½ cup plus 2 tablespoons butter, ½ cup plus 1 tablespoon sugar, ½ cup plus 2 tablespoons brown sugar, 1 egg, 1 teaspoon vanilla extract, ½ cup chocolate (dark, for you wild and crazy types) morsels, 8 slices of crispy bacon Cook Time: Approximately 35 minutes. Fatty Factor: Didn’t you read the intro, fatty? Let’s Get Baked: - Toss the flour, baking soda, and powder into a bowl. - Whip that butter and sugar good until you get a nice, fluff-like concoction. Add an egg for good measure and go all Devo on it. Give that vanilla some love too. - Your flour/baking soda/powder mix is feeling lonely. Toss it in with the wet stuff. - Douse that sucker generously with chocolate and bacon (make this phrase a part of everyday life). - Let this all sit in the fridge for a day. - Preheat your oven and line a baking sheet with parchment paper. - Scoop your mix and cup some balls. - Bake ‘em to your perfection for around 20 minutes, and let them cool before devouring. It’ll take a few minutes for the stroke to kick in but when it does, just ride out the storm.
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5 horrors of Higher Academia that Will Probably definitely Happen on your Campus, Too Penn State: Betsy Aardsma
University of Georgia:
Anna Hamilton/Susie Caruthers
The Facts: Young Betsy was a regular young English major, and like any young English major she was spending a late night in the stacks, researching an upcoming paper. Innocently using the stacks the way they’re supposed to be used (not getting high in, or having sex, you sickos) she was stabbed through the heart by two men – who have yet to be found to this day. The Legend: The aisle where Betsy was stabbed is still in use today. Amongst recordings and strange reports coming out of current students, there was one student who had been researching books in the same aisle, and later woke up to a strong sensation of being strangled – whether he was just hiding his autoerotic asphyxiation habit or not is up to you. The Fear: Every campus has an old library that for some ungodly reason still keeps Japanese criticisms of Dutch interpretations of Moby Dick around – it’s the never-ending labyrinth higher education. Since the Internet can’t always provide you with
streamlined porn and Moby Dick interpretations, you have your lug your ass to the library stacks. Alone and confused in the dark, you are extremely susceptible to being stabbed and left for dead, as the rickety librarian leads EMTs to the spot she thinks you might be. There aren’t cameras, and no one knows you’re there… better prepare to make it your place of eternal agitation.
Illinois Central College: Crampton Hall The Facts: A university resident hall, Crampton Hall, was built in 1873 - a cursed year that saw Levi Strauss and Jacob Davis receive a patent for using copper rivets to reinforce work pants. Built to house 69 men, this dormitory has a history of men being trapped in closets. This should surprise no one. The Legend: Two reports of similar tales occurring on different dates exist. In one, a young man is found dead in his closet, hanged in such a way that he could not have done it himself. The other tale has several men pre-gaming in a dorm room. When the bros finally decide to roll out to find some hoes, they call on another
bro. Entering his room, the find him tied up in a closet, upside down, naked, and incoherent. The Fear: Closets are necessary for any modern man or woman. Without them, clothing would be strewn willy-nilly across a room that’s already breathtakingly small. They’re a necessary evil—housing everything from t-shirts earned through intramural sport to t-shirts received by signing up for various campus clubs. Closets aren’t going anywhere. Hell, there’s probably a closet in whatever room you’re reading this in right now, dear reader. If you’re lucky, there’s even a naked dude in it.
California State University Channel Islands The Facts: Opened in 2002, Cal State Channel Islands is housed in a series of buildings previously known as Camarillo State Mental Hospital—an insane asylum. This seemed like a good idea to someone somewhere who had never seen a scary movie in his life. The Legend: A variety of ghostly occurrences have happened on the campus, from ghosts dancing in the light only to disappear, to ghosts of the crazy and the dead wandering the grounds. Basically, a lot of ghosts doing scary stuff in a scary place. Also, the cafeteria food at this place is supposed to be pretty sub-par. Stay away from the Italian Veggie soup, it’s definitely not made from scratch. The Fear: What’s the point of even eating soup if it’s coming out of a big plasti—Oh, the ghost stuff. Well, what’s terrifying about that is, we can’t prove whether or not ghosts exist; so even
The Facts: Two ghosts are known to haunt different sorority houses on the University of Georgia campus. First is Anna Hamilton, who witnessed her boyfriend get murdered, then buried under the steps of the Phi Mu house. Then, at the Alpha Gamma Delta house, one Susie Caruthers hung herself in the attic after being stood up on her wedding day. The Legend: Girls have reported being able to communicate with Anna, and many hear her crying in empty rooms of the house or at the top of the stairs. Susie’s ghost is a little more active, as she glares at people through the attic’s windows, walks around the attic, moves furniture around, and turns lights on and off – typical ghost stuff. The Fear: Who knows what history the building you live in holds. You moved in at the beginning of the year - but think of all the prior occupants, all the creepy energies that have moved in and out, slept where you sleep, hung themselves in the closet you drunkenly peed in last weekend. Ignorance is bliss, sure, but maybe you should think about why all your drawers got pulled out, instead of blaming your drunken self. Maybe you should think twice next time you privately masturbate on Sunday mornings – someone could be watching.
Manhattanville College: Marissa Pagli The Facts: Marissa Pagli was killed in 2010 by her own mother after a domestic argument in the staff housing apartment they shared on campus. Marissa’s mother stated she killed her daughter because Marissa was “disrespectful all the time.” Remember kids, bitches be crazy. The Legend: Other than the mother’s vague reasoning, there’s no real rhyme or reason to this murder. A note that explains the motive has not been released to the public, and the family’s life was seen as stable prior to the murder. Out loud this time, class: bitches be crazy.
though the idea of one is kind of stupid, someone could just go and be all, “But you can’t prove they don’t exist!” and they’d be right about that, giving them some sense of self-satisfaction even though they haven’t proven their crackpot conspiracy theory, and the look of smugness that will inevitably creep across their face is just the worst.
The Fear: It’s a cold, dark night at State University and you’re in your room alone when someone knocks. You quickly minimize the pornography on your computer screen and tiptoe to the door. A sense of dread washes over you as you whisper “Who is it?” hoping desperately that only silence comes from the other side. Then it happens, a response: “It’s… your mother.” Slowly, you begin to realize that you’re in college and you’re living with your parents. If that doesn’t make you want to die, nothing will.
the interview
owen
Owen is the solo project of Chicago-based Mike Kinsella. Known for his soft melodies and complex acoustics, Kinsella is an influential force in the indie scene. His most recent album, Ghost Town, can be downloaded on iTunes or streamed at polyvinylrecords.com. Otherwise, catch him touring the east coast October through December. (Catch him on twitter @mybandOwen) By: Quinn The Black Sheep: Your first few bands were with your family - a couple with your brother and cousin, what started that? Did you guys start playing when you were little kids? Owen: Oh yeah, my brother is a couple of years older and he started a high school band that practiced in our basement. I would sit upstairs, pick up a guitar and try to play along. Then eventually they realized I could play all their songs, so I joined as second guitar... and then they were the only people I played for the first five years of my career. TBS: You eventually had to take over, because you’re pretty damn good at guitar. Owen: The other guy is actually way better at guitar than I am - Victor Villarreal, and he’s played in multiple bands as well - he’s pretty fantastic. TBS: But you’ve got some pretty intricate guitar tabs and lyrics one must pay attention to, does that call for a more intimate crowd? Do you ever get frustrated with bigger crowds? Owen: Yeah, [laughs] I shouldn’t say this, but it used to bum me out, like depress me. Every so often I’d get crabby and make an asshole remark on stage or something. But I’ll just play my songs for the people trying to pay attention - so I play the best I can for them. TBS: So you’ve moved from recording in a studio, to recording at home, and back to the studio. What did you like about recording at home? Owen: I wanted to learn how to do it, first of all. I think it helped me understand, helped me write songs - to understand the process of recording them. Like putting different layers on top of things, the capabilities of cutting and pasting and looping. But eventually I got too stagnant, and I never got too good at it, so I thought I should probably just pay the professionals. I spent too much time setting up mics and looking for the sound I heard in my head. Someone who knows what they’re doing could do it in their first try. TBS: Are there any songs that work a lot in the studio, but don’t transfer to the live show? Owen: Oh yeah, I mean most of them [laughs], it’s kind of a joke and kind of not - there are a bunch of songs that I never bothered learning after they went on the album, because halfway through the song another guitar or something comes in that completely changes the song - so if we did that live there’s no effect - it’s either not going to be there or not be the same effect. TBS: I saw that you played at Heads And Threads? (Ed. Note: Heads and Threads is a shoddy wig shop in Chicago.) Owen: Oh yeah. TBS: What was that? That is insane. Owen: We were just looking for random places that would make for an interesting setting, and we walked by and saw the heads in there. My buddy went in and asked if it was okay - there were a couple old Asian ladies and they’re like yeah, that’s fine... So I played basically to them, whoever else walked into the store, and a bunch of fake heads. TBS: For your most recent album, Ghost Town, you were married and had just become a father, did that affect the album at all? Owen: Definitely changed the content of the lyrics - instead of talking about failed relationships and pining over girls - it’s more about being in a relationship, and the good things and struggles with that. Having a kid is a total mindfuck, like, a lot of my stuff is faith-based: me struggling with not having a faith, but wanting to have one. You want there to be an afterlife and a purpose to all this, so it definitely changes the content. Like my daughter is going to a Catholic preschool, so she’ll come home and ask things like “Can we sing songs about the father?” She doesn’t really know what that means, so it’s kind of funny. TBS: You’re pretty active on Twitter. How has that changed your relationship with the fans? Owen: I like Twitter; my Facebook page isn’t really me, but my Twitter is. There are some days where I don’t really post anything, then I’ll have a couple beers, watch a movie, and post like a hundred things. It can be a very personal thing, nothing bums me out more than when I follow someone I think highly of, and all they do is try to sell you stuff or promote stuff… And I’ll post when I have a show in different places, but I don’t want to bombard people with that administrative stuff. TBS: So where can people buy shirts and records and stuff? Owen: You can pretty much find everything at polyvinylrecords.com!
the big three
entertainment-y things we’re all excited about.
it’s always sunny in philadelphia thursday, october 18 at 10pm on fx
Season 8’s second episode features Frank (Danny DeVito) concocting a plan to undercut Philly’s tough garbage men’s union so he can get the contract to collect the city’s trash. This may be a worse get-rich-quick scheme than the kitten mittens in season 5, but we’re damn excited to see how it’s not going to work out.
paranormal activity 4 in theaters october 19
The 4th installment of the popular film franchise follows a teenage narrator Alice (Kathryn Newton) and her family. They get some mad creeps when Katie and Hunter (of PA: 2 fame) move in next door. When creepy Katie goes to the hospital, Alice’s mother takes Hunter into the house, where shit predictably goes down in a terrifying way.
Kendrick Lamar - Good Kid, M.a.a.d. City in stores october 23
Compton-raised Kendrick Lamar may have a slew of wellreceived mixtapes and EPs under his belt, but his first major label record is the icing on the cake for the up-and-coming hip-hop artist. Collaborating with industry legends like Pharrell and Dr. Dre, Lamar’s much-anticipated album will discuss his life in the infamous city of Compton. Did you know a crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube lives there?
the quiz: what kind of trick-or-treater were you? Every October 31st, people, normally kids, dress up and walk around collecting candy from strangers and neighbors because, well, America rules. But not every punk-ass kitty or pro-basketball player always played nice. Take our quiz to find out what kind of kid you were when you trick or treated back in the day.
7) a=3, b=1, c=2 8) a=1, b=2, c=3
9) a=3, b=1, c=2
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6) What did you use to collect your candy? a) The biggest pillowcase I could find! b) Eh, my pockets and… stuff. c) This lame bag my mom sewed for me.
8) Did you ever trade your candy? a) Not really. b) I always talked kids into giving me their Snickers for a stupid Tootsie Roll. c) Oh yeah! That was half the fun at the end of the night! 9) How did you spend your Halloween 2011? a) Went to a Halloween event by RA hosted. b) I drank some beers at my buddy’s place. c) Got decked out and caused mischief around town.
5) a=2, b=3, c=1 6) a=3, b=2, c=1
3) What was your go-to last minute costume as a child? a) I’d just throw on a mask. b) A sports fan. c) I was always prepared and I never had some half-assed costume.
5) Who would you go trick-or-treating with? a) Just a few trustworthy friends... b) All sorts of kids from my group of friends and the neighborhood. c) A bunch of lame neighborhood kids.
7) How would you respond to the old lady who handed out nickels? a) Aww, I thought it was still so sweet of her. b) I was like, “Whatever, can I leave yet?” c) I liked them, it made for great ammo.
3) a=2, b=1, c=3 4) a=1, b=3, c=2
2) How far in advanced would you plan your costume? a) I’d start brainstorming in July and have a solid plan by September. b) A few days before, but then change my mind at the last minute. c) Like 10 minutes before I went out.
4) Did you ever do anything naughty on Devil’s Night? a) Nah, I’d be playing video games inside. b) No way, I’d be putting the final sequins on my costume. c) Smashing pumpkins was more than just a band name, after all.
1) a=1, b=3, c=2 2) a=3, b=2, c=1
1) What’s was your favorite holiday as a child? a) Every holiday that meant school was canceled. b) Halloween! c) April Fool’s Day is a good one.
9-14 Points: The Kid Who Didn’t Dress Up
You cynical bastard. You were either too cool to care about a costume, or you really just had no desire to get off the couch for a few hours to gather free candy. When your parents forced you out, you barely threw a sheet over your head and shrieked “Boo!” to the smiling little old lady who still put a Bit-O-Honey in your basket. Today you spend a lot of time smoking weed on the couch, and have strong feelings about the election.
15-21 Points: The Kid Who Tricked
An immature prick of a kid, you thought candy was dandy but toilet papering and egging a house was a lot more rewarding. The folks who left out a bowl of candy and relied on the honesty of kids to take only one piece got screwed over by your punk-ass. And to top it all off, handfuls of kids went home crying because you stole their candy just because you could. Today you have at least one misdemeanor under your belt, and have never stayed faithful to a significant other.
22-27 Points: The Kid Who Was Too Old
Even when you were of an appropriate age, you had an enthusiasm about Halloween that wasn’t seen amongst other kids. As you got older, you didn’t really know when, or how, to stop trick-or-treating, and you didn’t think it was a big deal. Most parents didn’t like that you still took their mini-Musketeers every October 31st, but no one could deny your passion. Today you have a lot of underage friends, and really don’t think the dorms are that bad!
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