[Beeg_Dawg]

So let me get this straight.  Stanford students - the best and the brightest - need adult supervision to plan social events? Really? 

50 years ago I was part of a group that planned a party that included a live band, pig roast and 20 kegs of beer.  No adults, and the only problem was running out of beer.

Well, if you had adult planning assistance you’d have had enough beer…..:)

I see what you did there. :)

[Beeg_Dawg]

So let me get this straight.  Stanford students - the best and the brightest - need adult supervision to plan social events? Really? 

50 years ago I was part of a group that planned a party that included a live band, pig roast and 20 kegs of beer.  No adults, and the only problem was running out of beer.

Well, if you had adult planning assistance you’d have had enough beer…..:)

I see what you did there. :)

[Bruce Wang]

Administrators may not outnumber students, but they do outnumber faculty at many universities--Stanford is probably one of them.  Faculty have been complaining about the expansion of university bureaucracy for many years. 

Hey Kal grads need jobs too.

[Bruce Wang]

Administrators may not outnumber students, but they do outnumber faculty at many universities--Stanford is probably one of them.  Faculty have been complaining about the expansion of university bureaucracy for many years. 

Hey Kal grads need jobs too.

[Mick]

Moving from the litigious turn the thread has taken, I was struck by this job title in the Daily article: "Associate Vice Provost of Inclusion, Community and Integrative Learning".  Can anyone succinctly explain what this job is and why it is necessary?

I'm struck by the number of administrators, counselors, resource person, associates, ad infinitum there are.  Wouldn't it be easier just to have a parent attend with their child? Is the time far off when there are more administrators than students?

I recall seeing something about the University of Michigan had over 400 employees involved directly with Title IX compliance.  Here's a thought.  Maybe tuition could be reduced if half the admin staff were eliminated?

Title IX cross-examination rules compliance has been updated. Student athletes, particularly football players, were found to be disciplined at three times the rate of regular students for sexual misconduct. Currently, postsecondary institutions are required to have live hearings with witness examination. The proposed rules would permit, but not require live witnesses. This stems from a desire to remove roadblocks from complainants coming forward. This, because educational institution discipline does not have the same rights environment as a criminal court trial. 

Good article, but it buries the lead, IMHO. The proposal would allow schools to investigate and sanction without formal complaints.

Removing Cross Examination Requirements: What impact could the proposed changes to Title IX have on accused students? - LawInSport

[Mick]

Moving from the litigious turn the thread has taken, I was struck by this job title in the Daily article: "Associate Vice Provost of Inclusion, Community and Integrative Learning".  Can anyone succinctly explain what this job is and why it is necessary?

I'm struck by the number of administrators, counselors, resource person, associates, ad infinitum there are.  Wouldn't it be easier just to have a parent attend with their child? Is the time far off when there are more administrators than students?

I recall seeing something about the University of Michigan had over 400 employees involved directly with Title IX compliance.  Here's a thought.  Maybe tuition could be reduced if half the admin staff were eliminated?

Title IX cross-examination rules compliance has been updated. Student athletes, particularly football players, were found to be disciplined at three times the rate of regular students for sexual misconduct. Currently, postsecondary institutions are required to have live hearings with witness examination. The proposed rules would permit, but not require live witnesses. This stems from a desire to remove roadblocks from complainants coming forward. This, because educational institution discipline does not have the same rights environment as a criminal court trial. 

Good article, but it buries the lead, IMHO. The proposal would allow schools to investigate and sanction without formal complaints.

Removing Cross Examination Requirements: What impact could the proposed changes to Title IX have on accused students? - LawInSport

[martyup]

Good article, but it buries the lead, IMHO. 

Burying the lead . . .


VS

[martyup]

Good article, but it buries the lead, IMHO. 

Burying the lead . . .


VS

[Mick]

Good article, but it buries the lead, IMHO. 

Burying the lead . . .


VS

Just hate it when I make that misteak.

[Mick]

Good article, but it buries the lead, IMHO. 

Burying the lead . . .


VS

Just hate it when I make that misteak.

[Crafter Artisan]

Is it weird that martyup's avatar next to that Arnold Schwarzenegger gif reminds me of Weird Al singing "The Night Santa Went Crazy?"

[Crafter Artisan]

Is it weird that martyup's avatar next to that Arnold Schwarzenegger gif reminds me of Weird Al singing "The Night Santa Went Crazy?"

[Bruce Wang]

First I apologize if somebody posted this article before.  I came across it in this week's column by the Gray Lady's former token conservative.

We've been hearing reports along these lines.  #stanfordhatesfun If there are more recent alums or current students here, I welcome their perspectives as The Farm sounds unrecognizable to the one attended. 

https://www.palladiummag.com/2022/06/13/...%20culture

I blame all the Weenie alums that are Stanford administrators.  A bunch of bitter trojan horses set to ruin their rival across the Bay.

[Bruce Wang]

First I apologize if somebody posted this article before.  I came across it in this week's column by the Gray Lady's former token conservative.

We've been hearing reports along these lines.  #stanfordhatesfun If there are more recent alums or current students here, I welcome their perspectives as The Farm sounds unrecognizable to the one attended. 

https://www.palladiummag.com/2022/06/13/...%20culture

I blame all the Weenie alums that are Stanford administrators.  A bunch of bitter trojan horses set to ruin their rival across the Bay.

[MV72018]

First I apologize if somebody posted this article before.  I came across it in this week's column by the Gray Lady's former token conservative.

We've been hearing reports along these lines.  #stanfordhatesfun If there are more recent alums or current students here, I welcome their perspectives as The Farm sounds unrecognizable to the one attended. 

https://www.palladiummag.com/2022/06/13/...%20culture

I blame all the Weenie alums that are Stanford administrators.  A bunch of bitter trojan horses set to ruin their rival across the Bay.

Hopefully, the 'explanation' in your last line is meant sarcastically. If not, Good Lord!

[MV72018]

First I apologize if somebody posted this article before.  I came across it in this week's column by the Gray Lady's former token conservative.

We've been hearing reports along these lines.  #stanfordhatesfun If there are more recent alums or current students here, I welcome their perspectives as The Farm sounds unrecognizable to the one attended. 

https://www.palladiummag.com/2022/06/13/...%20culture

I blame all the Weenie alums that are Stanford administrators.  A bunch of bitter trojan horses set to ruin their rival across the Bay.

Hopefully, the 'explanation' in your last line is meant sarcastically. If not, Good Lord!

[TrumpCard]

There's a thread on this already: https://thecardboard.org/board/showthrea...ight=hates
I understand from various sources posted in the thread above that students have some legitimate gripes about the campaign against fun.  I do have some concerns about the tight monitoring of student organizations.  Nevertheless, the article linked above reads like a rant against every decision the administration has made, imputing absurd motives to the campus administrators.  This gem exemplifies the writing style:  "Driven by a fear of uncontrollable student spontaneity and a desire to enforce equity on campus, a growing administrative bureaucracy has destroyed almost all of Stanford’s distinctive student culture."  And not all the changes on campus are bad.  For example, the nostalgia for the 80s seems misplaced, especially with quotes like this:  "When I asked Zach to describe the campus social life in the eighties, he laughed. 'What kind of drugs do you want to hear about?'"

[TrumpCard]

There's a thread on this already: https://thecardboard.org/board/showthrea...ight=hates
I understand from various sources posted in the thread above that students have some legitimate gripes about the campaign against fun.  I do have some concerns about the tight monitoring of student organizations.  Nevertheless, the article linked above reads like a rant against every decision the administration has made, imputing absurd motives to the campus administrators.  This gem exemplifies the writing style:  "Driven by a fear of uncontrollable student spontaneity and a desire to enforce equity on campus, a growing administrative bureaucracy has destroyed almost all of Stanford’s distinctive student culture."  And not all the changes on campus are bad.  For example, the nostalgia for the 80s seems misplaced, especially with quotes like this:  "When I asked Zach to describe the campus social life in the eighties, he laughed. 'What kind of drugs do you want to hear about?'"

[martyup]

That article reads like a great treatment for a Twilight Zone movie.  What a shame.  This is what you get when cowards and losers gain control.

[martyup]

That article reads like a great treatment for a Twilight Zone movie.  What a shame.  This is what you get when cowards and losers gain control.

[Phogge]

Among the Weenie Trojan horses, Haase and Taylor? Oh my.

[Phogge]

Among the Weenie Trojan horses, Haase and Taylor? Oh my.

[Mick]

Nevertheless, the article linked above reads like a rant against every decision the administration has made, imputing absurd motives to the campus administrators.  This gem exemplifies the writing style:  "Driven by a fear of uncontrollable student spontaneity and a desire to enforce equity on campus, a growing administrative bureaucracy has destroyed almost all of Stanford’s distinctive student culture."  And not all the changes on campus are bad.  For example, the nostalgia for the 80s seems misplaced, especially with quotes like this:  "When I asked Zach to describe the campus social life in the eighties, he laughed. 'What kind of drugs do you want to hear about?'"

Never use a flyswatter when a sledgehammer will do, n'est-ce pas?

[Mick]

Nevertheless, the article linked above reads like a rant against every decision the administration has made, imputing absurd motives to the campus administrators.  This gem exemplifies the writing style:  "Driven by a fear of uncontrollable student spontaneity and a desire to enforce equity on campus, a growing administrative bureaucracy has destroyed almost all of Stanford’s distinctive student culture."  And not all the changes on campus are bad.  For example, the nostalgia for the 80s seems misplaced, especially with quotes like this:  "When I asked Zach to describe the campus social life in the eighties, he laughed. 'What kind of drugs do you want to hear about?'"

Never use a flyswatter when a sledgehammer will do, n'est-ce pas?

[jacket3ree]

I was a TA/grad student at Stanford.  Such a grind we all left the premises to have fun. Menlo-Mtn. View/SF/Tahoe/Santa Barbara. A woman I liked thought One Step Beyond in Santa Clara was the it place, so I'd go there too despite despising the music they played. Who knew I would ultimately spend lots of professional time in the neighborhood dealing with various shades of infrastructure? I worked for Stanford and my employer left little time for fun, but I never thought they hated it. I never thought they owed me fun, either. I think I went to a handful of parties on campus and despite being younger than some of the undergrads, people "in the Program" did everything together and as I said, fun meant getting out of Dodge for a night or five.

GT was the ultimate hard ass school, but that meant work hard - play hard. I was in a fraternity, ultimately becoming its president. So I learned about the legal system at the age of 20. There was an alleged pipe bomb at the KA house when they vocally objected to our brothers who were Brothers, a few parking lot/property disputes, Lambchops who threatened to sue when we needed quick 5 a.m. access through their fence to get our wreck over to parade start on time (a good engineering/manufacturing lesson there) and yes, we had a brother who got drunk enough one night to jump off the roof face first. 

Most distinctly I remember my first big assignment as a newly minted "External" Vice President.  I had been Secretary the year before. That job involved ordering the jerseys and writing meeting minutes on my old Olivetti.  Easy stuff. Elections were at the end of winter quarter, so the first thing an "external" VP had to do was pull off Shipwreck, our epic spring bacchanal. (The "internal" VP was in charge of mops and house upkeep. There was no upkeep. We didn't even have a lock on the front door.)

I was never so anxious in my life.  Shipwreck was a 3 day orgy affair where we turned the house and environs into a tropical island where everyone was.....shipwrecked. My first Shipwreck (as a freshman Secretary) was incredible.  I disappeared for a week and was scolded by my dorm roommate upon return. Epic.  (Ooh I still can picture Thelma Louise (yes, real name) in that bikini top....anyway.....she was a EE with nearly perfect GPA, so that makes the memory legit!)

A lot of people relying on me.  I had to organize or make happen:  T-shirts, band, food, drinks, importation of beach sand to cover first floor of house inside and out, excavation of swimming hole in house courtyard ('Should we be digging around this footing? 'Sure. I'm civil. Geotech is next year, so I know what I'm doing. Just don't dig under the footing.' 'Roger that'), creation of a dam and pond with cascading waterfall down the front steps (I took care of that myself. Muy beuno.) "procurement" of slide for thrilling drunken trains of scantily clad party goers into said swimming hole, procurement of island accoutrements such as tree trunks to build the massive tower structure to support slide that must by law be at least 20 feet above roof line (how that guy let me drive a lumber truck around to "find" trees among metropolitan Atlanta area developments is beyond me to this day), procure bamboo for a festive tropical atmosphere {"Hey!  What are you assholes doing! This is my cousin Eddie's property!  Eddie is crazy!  Crazy Eddie will kill all of you and eat your unborn children when he finds out!!!"  Everyone runs back to the road with bundles of bamboo and machetes in hand.  Steve G ("Croib") screams out: "Aaah!  I can't feel my legs!  I think I just cut my leg off with my machete!  Aaaah!!!"  "Dude, how high are you?"  "Oh yeah, pretty high. And I took some shrooms an hour ago."}, and the piece de resistance:  Driving out southeast of Conyers, GA in Tom R's 197x Corolla to pick out a pig, watch a guy shock that pig to death, bleed it out, and help us tie it to Tom's hood for the drive back. Then a piece of rebar shoved in from mouth to ass and two days of slow roasted goodness.  (I think the discarded pig's head wound up inside the KA's chapter room eventually.  Did not like those guys, nor did they like us.  We were a little too diverse for their Confederate taste.)

In all seriousness though, I still use the skills learned pulling off a (fabulous) Shipwreck under tremendous internal and external expectation and pressure.  Organize people and let them do their thing, but be in it with them, leading from the bamboo fields not a desk with a pad of paper full of lists. As they say, the chicken is involved (in breakfast), but the pig is committed. Plus the "internal" VP had to get it all cleaned up. I probably slept for a solid week after the last beer sodden fruit fly left the premises. 

No interference from GT.  We never thought it was their responsibility to entertain us; just stay out of the way while we took care of it.  Although.....come to think of it, that might have been the Shipwreck when Bainer blew chunks all over the hood of the GT Police cruiser. Can't remember why they were in front of the house.

[jacket3ree]

I was a TA/grad student at Stanford.  Such a grind we all left the premises to have fun. Menlo-Mtn. View/SF/Tahoe/Santa Barbara. A woman I liked thought One Step Beyond in Santa Clara was the it place, so I'd go there too despite despising the music they played. Who knew I would ultimately spend lots of professional time in the neighborhood dealing with various shades of infrastructure? I worked for Stanford and my employer left little time for fun, but I never thought they hated it. I never thought they owed me fun, either. I think I went to a handful of parties on campus and despite being younger than some of the undergrads, people "in the Program" did everything together and as I said, fun meant getting out of Dodge for a night or five.

GT was the ultimate hard ass school, but that meant work hard - play hard. I was in a fraternity, ultimately becoming its president. So I learned about the legal system at the age of 20. There was an alleged pipe bomb at the KA house when they vocally objected to our brothers who were Brothers, a few parking lot/property disputes, Lambchops who threatened to sue when we needed quick 5 a.m. access through their fence to get our wreck over to parade start on time (a good engineering/manufacturing lesson there) and yes, we had a brother who got drunk enough one night to jump off the roof face first. 

Most distinctly I remember my first big assignment as a newly minted "External" Vice President.  I had been Secretary the year before. That job involved ordering the jerseys and writing meeting minutes on my old Olivetti.  Easy stuff. Elections were at the end of winter quarter, so the first thing an "external" VP had to do was pull off Shipwreck, our epic spring bacchanal. (The "internal" VP was in charge of mops and house upkeep. There was no upkeep. We didn't even have a lock on the front door.)

I was never so anxious in my life.  Shipwreck was a 3 day orgy affair where we turned the house and environs into a tropical island where everyone was.....shipwrecked. My first Shipwreck (as a freshman Secretary) was incredible.  I disappeared for a week and was scolded by my dorm roommate upon return. Epic.  (Ooh I still can picture Thelma Louise (yes, real name) in that bikini top....anyway.....she was a EE with nearly perfect GPA, so that makes the memory legit!)

A lot of people relying on me.  I had to organize or make happen:  T-shirts, band, food, drinks, importation of beach sand to cover first floor of house inside and out, excavation of swimming hole in house courtyard ('Should we be digging around this footing? 'Sure. I'm civil. Geotech is next year, so I know what I'm doing. Just don't dig under the footing.' 'Roger that'), creation of a dam and pond with cascading waterfall down the front steps (I took care of that myself. Muy beuno.) "procurement" of slide for thrilling drunken trains of scantily clad party goers into said swimming hole, procurement of island accoutrements such as tree trunks to build the massive tower structure to support slide that must by law be at least 20 feet above roof line (how that guy let me drive a lumber truck around to "find" trees among metropolitan Atlanta area developments is beyond me to this day), procure bamboo for a festive tropical atmosphere {"Hey!  What are you assholes doing! This is my cousin Eddie's property!  Eddie is crazy!  Crazy Eddie will kill all of you and eat your unborn children when he finds out!!!"  Everyone runs back to the road with bundles of bamboo and machetes in hand.  Steve G ("Croib") screams out: "Aaah!  I can't feel my legs!  I think I just cut my leg off with my machete!  Aaaah!!!"  "Dude, how high are you?"  "Oh yeah, pretty high. And I took some shrooms an hour ago."}, and the piece de resistance:  Driving out southeast of Conyers, GA in Tom R's 197x Corolla to pick out a pig, watch a guy shock that pig to death, bleed it out, and help us tie it to Tom's hood for the drive back. Then a piece of rebar shoved in from mouth to ass and two days of slow roasted goodness.  (I think the discarded pig's head wound up inside the KA's chapter room eventually.  Did not like those guys, nor did they like us.  We were a little too diverse for their Confederate taste.)

In all seriousness though, I still use the skills learned pulling off a (fabulous) Shipwreck under tremendous internal and external expectation and pressure.  Organize people and let them do their thing, but be in it with them, leading from the bamboo fields not a desk with a pad of paper full of lists. As they say, the chicken is involved (in breakfast), but the pig is committed. Plus the "internal" VP had to get it all cleaned up. I probably slept for a solid week after the last beer sodden fruit fly left the premises. 

No interference from GT.  We never thought it was their responsibility to entertain us; just stay out of the way while we took care of it.  Although.....come to think of it, that might have been the Shipwreck when Bainer blew chunks all over the hood of the GT Police cruiser. Can't remember why they were in front of the house.

[Phogge]

Geez... you should have had a seat on McGovern’s Zoo plane. Great story.

[Phogge]

Geez... you should have had a seat on McGovern’s Zoo plane. Great story.

[Bruce Wang]

Hopefully, the 'explanation' in your last line is meant sarcastically. If not, Good Lord!

It's meant post-ironically.

[Bruce Wang]

Hopefully, the 'explanation' in your last line is meant sarcastically. If not, Good Lord!

It's meant post-ironically.

[Mick]

I was a TA/grad student at Stanford.  Such a grind we all left the premises to have fun. Menlo-Mtn. View/SF/Tahoe/Santa Barbara. A woman I liked thought One Step Beyond in Santa Clara was the it place, so I'd go there too despite despising the music they played. Who knew I would ultimately spend lots of professional time in the neighborhood dealing with various shades of infrastructure? I worked for Stanford and my employer left little time for fun, but I never thought they hated it. I never thought they owed me fun, either. I think I went to a handful of parties on campus and despite being younger than some of the undergrads, people "in the Program" did everything together and as I said, fun meant getting out of Dodge for a night or five.

GT was the ultimate hard ass school, but that meant work hard - play hard. I was in a fraternity, ultimately becoming its president. So I learned about the legal system at the age of 20. There was an alleged pipe bomb at the KA house when they vocally objected to our brothers who were Brothers, a few parking lot/property disputes, Lambchops who threatened to sue when we needed quick 5 a.m. access through their fence to get our wreck over to parade start on time (a good engineering/manufacturing lesson there) and yes, we had a brother who got drunk enough one night to jump off the roof face first. 

Most distinctly I remember my first big assignment as a newly minted "External" Vice President.  I had been Secretary the year before. That job involved ordering the jerseys and writing meeting minutes on my old Olivetti.  Easy stuff. Elections were at the end of winter quarter, so the first thing an "external" VP had to do was pull off Shipwreck, our epic spring bacchanal. (The "internal" VP was in charge of mops and house upkeep. There was no upkeep. We didn't even have a lock on the front door.)

I was never so anxious in my life.  Shipwreck was a 3 day orgy affair where we turned the house and environs into a tropical island where everyone was.....shipwrecked. My first Shipwreck (as a freshman Secretary) was incredible.  I disappeared for a week and was scolded by my dorm roommate upon return. Epic.  (Ooh I still can picture Thelma Louise (yes, real name) in that bikini top....anyway.....she was a EE with nearly perfect GPA, so that makes the memory legit!)

A lot of people relying on me.  I had to organize or make happen:  T-shirts, band, food, drinks, importation of beach sand to cover first floor of house inside and out, excavation of swimming hole in house courtyard ('Should we be digging around this footing? 'Sure. I'm civil. Geotech is next year, so I know what I'm doing. Just don't dig under the footing.' 'Roger that'), creation of a dam and pond with cascading waterfall down the front steps (I took care of that myself. Muy beuno.) "procurement" of slide for thrilling drunken trains of scantily clad party goers into said swimming hole, procurement of island accoutrements such as tree trunks to build the massive tower structure to support slide that must by law be at least 20 feet above roof line (how that guy let me drive a lumber truck around to "find" trees among metropolitan Atlanta area developments is beyond me to this day), procure bamboo for a festive tropical atmosphere {"Hey!  What are you assholes doing! This is my cousin Eddie's property!  Eddie is crazy!  Crazy Eddie will kill all of you and eat your unborn children when he finds out!!!"  Everyone runs back to the road with bundles of bamboo and machetes in hand.  Steve G ("Croib") screams out: "Aaah!  I can't feel my legs!  I think I just cut my leg off with my machete!  Aaaah!!!"  "Dude, how high are you?"  "Oh yeah, pretty high. And I took some shrooms an hour ago."}, and the piece de resistance:  Driving out southeast of Conyers, GA in Tom R's 197x Corolla to pick out a pig, watch a guy shock that pig to death, bleed it out, and help us tie it to Tom's hood for the drive back. Then a piece of rebar shoved in from mouth to ass and two days of slow roasted goodness.  (I think the discarded pig's head wound up inside the KA's chapter room eventually.  Did not like those guys, nor did they like us.  We were a little too diverse for their Confederate taste.)

In all seriousness though, I still use the skills learned pulling off a (fabulous) Shipwreck under tremendous internal and external expectation and pressure.  Organize people and let them do their thing, but be in it with them, leading from the bamboo fields not a desk with a pad of paper full of lists. As they say, the chicken is involved (in breakfast), but the pig is committed. Plus the "internal" VP had to get it all cleaned up. I probably slept for a solid week after the last beer sodden fruit fly left the premises. 

No interference from GT.  We never thought it was their responsibility to entertain us; just stay out of the way while we took care of it.  Although.....come to think of it, that might have been the Shipwreck when Bainer blew chunks all over the hood of the GT Police cruiser. Can't remember why they were in front of the house.

We're not worthy!

[Mick]

I was a TA/grad student at Stanford.  Such a grind we all left the premises to have fun. Menlo-Mtn. View/SF/Tahoe/Santa Barbara. A woman I liked thought One Step Beyond in Santa Clara was the it place, so I'd go there too despite despising the music they played. Who knew I would ultimately spend lots of professional time in the neighborhood dealing with various shades of infrastructure? I worked for Stanford and my employer left little time for fun, but I never thought they hated it. I never thought they owed me fun, either. I think I went to a handful of parties on campus and despite being younger than some of the undergrads, people "in the Program" did everything together and as I said, fun meant getting out of Dodge for a night or five.

GT was the ultimate hard ass school, but that meant work hard - play hard. I was in a fraternity, ultimately becoming its president. So I learned about the legal system at the age of 20. There was an alleged pipe bomb at the KA house when they vocally objected to our brothers who were Brothers, a few parking lot/property disputes, Lambchops who threatened to sue when we needed quick 5 a.m. access through their fence to get our wreck over to parade start on time (a good engineering/manufacturing lesson there) and yes, we had a brother who got drunk enough one night to jump off the roof face first. 

Most distinctly I remember my first big assignment as a newly minted "External" Vice President.  I had been Secretary the year before. That job involved ordering the jerseys and writing meeting minutes on my old Olivetti.  Easy stuff. Elections were at the end of winter quarter, so the first thing an "external" VP had to do was pull off Shipwreck, our epic spring bacchanal. (The "internal" VP was in charge of mops and house upkeep. There was no upkeep. We didn't even have a lock on the front door.)

I was never so anxious in my life.  Shipwreck was a 3 day orgy affair where we turned the house and environs into a tropical island where everyone was.....shipwrecked. My first Shipwreck (as a freshman Secretary) was incredible.  I disappeared for a week and was scolded by my dorm roommate upon return. Epic.  (Ooh I still can picture Thelma Louise (yes, real name) in that bikini top....anyway.....she was a EE with nearly perfect GPA, so that makes the memory legit!)

A lot of people relying on me.  I had to organize or make happen:  T-shirts, band, food, drinks, importation of beach sand to cover first floor of house inside and out, excavation of swimming hole in house courtyard ('Should we be digging around this footing? 'Sure. I'm civil. Geotech is next year, so I know what I'm doing. Just don't dig under the footing.' 'Roger that'), creation of a dam and pond with cascading waterfall down the front steps (I took care of that myself. Muy beuno.) "procurement" of slide for thrilling drunken trains of scantily clad party goers into said swimming hole, procurement of island accoutrements such as tree trunks to build the massive tower structure to support slide that must by law be at least 20 feet above roof line (how that guy let me drive a lumber truck around to "find" trees among metropolitan Atlanta area developments is beyond me to this day), procure bamboo for a festive tropical atmosphere {"Hey!  What are you assholes doing! This is my cousin Eddie's property!  Eddie is crazy!  Crazy Eddie will kill all of you and eat your unborn children when he finds out!!!"  Everyone runs back to the road with bundles of bamboo and machetes in hand.  Steve G ("Croib") screams out: "Aaah!  I can't feel my legs!  I think I just cut my leg off with my machete!  Aaaah!!!"  "Dude, how high are you?"  "Oh yeah, pretty high. And I took some shrooms an hour ago."}, and the piece de resistance:  Driving out southeast of Conyers, GA in Tom R's 197x Corolla to pick out a pig, watch a guy shock that pig to death, bleed it out, and help us tie it to Tom's hood for the drive back. Then a piece of rebar shoved in from mouth to ass and two days of slow roasted goodness.  (I think the discarded pig's head wound up inside the KA's chapter room eventually.  Did not like those guys, nor did they like us.  We were a little too diverse for their Confederate taste.)

In all seriousness though, I still use the skills learned pulling off a (fabulous) Shipwreck under tremendous internal and external expectation and pressure.  Organize people and let them do their thing, but be in it with them, leading from the bamboo fields not a desk with a pad of paper full of lists. As they say, the chicken is involved (in breakfast), but the pig is committed. Plus the "internal" VP had to get it all cleaned up. I probably slept for a solid week after the last beer sodden fruit fly left the premises. 

No interference from GT.  We never thought it was their responsibility to entertain us; just stay out of the way while we took care of it.  Although.....come to think of it, that might have been the Shipwreck when Bainer blew chunks all over the hood of the GT Police cruiser. Can't remember why they were in front of the house.

We're not worthy!

[82lsju]

nothing makes me more confident that Stanford does not hate fun than a column from the President about all they are doing to make it fun...

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/creatin...ampus-life

[82lsju]

nothing makes me more confident that Stanford does not hate fun than a column from the President about all they are doing to make it fun...

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/creatin...ampus-life

[2006alum]

nothing makes me more confident that Stanford does not hate fun than a column from the President about all they are doing to make it fun...

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/creatin...ampus-life

Maybe it's a parody issue?

[2006alum]

nothing makes me more confident that Stanford does not hate fun than a column from the President about all they are doing to make it fun...

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/creatin...ampus-life

Maybe it's a parody issue?

[CompSci87]

nothing makes me more confident that Stanford does not hate fun than a column from the President about all they are doing to make it fun...

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/creatin...ampus-life

Maybe it's a parody issue?

Fun is to be mandatory and carefully regulated by an enlarged bureaucracy.

[CompSci87]

nothing makes me more confident that Stanford does not hate fun than a column from the President about all they are doing to make it fun...

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/creatin...ampus-life

Maybe it's a parody issue?

Fun is to be mandatory and carefully regulated by an enlarged bureaucracy.

[Goose]

nothing makes me more confident that Stanford does not hate fun than a column from the President about all they are doing to make it fun...

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/creatin...ampus-life

Maybe it's a parody issue?

Fun is to be mandatory and carefully regulated by an enlarged bureaucracy.

The definition of a totalitarian society is one in which everything that is not forbidden is mandatory. Well, at least Stanford is trying to make "fun" mandatory, although they may opt for a new compromise where fun is mandatory but you are forbidden to enjoy it.

[Goose]

nothing makes me more confident that Stanford does not hate fun than a column from the President about all they are doing to make it fun...

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/creatin...ampus-life

Maybe it's a parody issue?

Fun is to be mandatory and carefully regulated by an enlarged bureaucracy.

The definition of a totalitarian society is one in which everything that is not forbidden is mandatory. Well, at least Stanford is trying to make "fun" mandatory, although they may opt for a new compromise where fun is mandatory but you are forbidden to enjoy it.