The New Event, or, Am I Going Through a Mid-Life Crisis?
What if the whole lot of us Geneva alumni went back and invaded the Shoolhouse / Pearce for a weekend? It could be a spontaneous perrenial event. A commitment to the future of America: to take these young minds away from what seems to be so important: crushes on redheads, term papers, predestination, &, and show them what is truly honorable in art, literature, film, and, of course, alcohol. For the recipeints it would be a taste of, say, some real worldly wisom. It is a way to go back in time and tell yourself what you needed to hear years ago: "Put down that book, pseudo-nerd, we're going to Kathy's." Or, "Are you freaking serious with that Stephen King shit?" "And you! quit sleeping on the couch!" (Ok, those last two Roland and Nate will appreciate.)
Ok, so this is starting to sound like some bad frat boy movie where "the brothers" return for their annual weekend of "let's crap on everybody below us so we can feel powerful," but I see our escapade as more like communal responsibility with salvific overtones. It's mankind's basest religious desire to hear from, have a visitation from, the deity who is all-knowing. Among the late-night games of poker, ping-pong and flip cup there would also be education. We could write their term papers, give them the answers to the tests, and tell them what to say when Niekirk calls on them. There could also be Reunion Night at the fire pit (no undergrads invited) except this time there would be no guilt about smoking on campus. Finally, the weekend would end with us kicking the crap out of Memorial in the Pearce v. Memorial football game and celebrating with a kegger dance party at Pearce (without having to pay the 5.00 citations for dancing on campus). (Ok, so I may need to recruit some Memorial alumni to help with the football game, but that's all they're invited for, unless we can get ahold of Weimer, Ben Good, etc.)
And what of The Girls of The Dorm Whose Name I am Forgetting? well, they (Beth, Sarah, Tina, Frankie, Heather, &) would have their own events doing what girls do (What do girls do?). Of course this plan will inevitably need the help and support of Carly as well: whose expertise (and integrity) in planning Student Activities will certainly ensure its success. Jeremy, Dave, etc. could be the weekend entertainment, you get my drift.
In any case, I've run out of creative juices for the moment. Anything that I'm missing?
Ok, so this is starting to sound like some bad frat boy movie where "the brothers" return for their annual weekend of "let's crap on everybody below us so we can feel powerful," but I see our escapade as more like communal responsibility with salvific overtones. It's mankind's basest religious desire to hear from, have a visitation from, the deity who is all-knowing. Among the late-night games of poker, ping-pong and flip cup there would also be education. We could write their term papers, give them the answers to the tests, and tell them what to say when Niekirk calls on them. There could also be Reunion Night at the fire pit (no undergrads invited) except this time there would be no guilt about smoking on campus. Finally, the weekend would end with us kicking the crap out of Memorial in the Pearce v. Memorial football game and celebrating with a kegger dance party at Pearce (without having to pay the 5.00 citations for dancing on campus). (Ok, so I may need to recruit some Memorial alumni to help with the football game, but that's all they're invited for, unless we can get ahold of Weimer, Ben Good, etc.)
And what of The Girls of The Dorm Whose Name I am Forgetting? well, they (Beth, Sarah, Tina, Frankie, Heather, &) would have their own events doing what girls do (What do girls do?). Of course this plan will inevitably need the help and support of Carly as well: whose expertise (and integrity) in planning Student Activities will certainly ensure its success. Jeremy, Dave, etc. could be the weekend entertainment, you get my drift.
In any case, I've run out of creative juices for the moment. Anything that I'm missing?
posted by Illuminated Script at 6:39 AM
4 Comments:
i like it.
1. i have brian's number if you need it. he plays poker w/ us sometimes.
2. i have no idea what it is that girls do.
3. would this be some sort of mysterious convergence they know nothing about? and if so, we should do it at different times each year so it's always a surprise.
4. a good poker face will get you a lot farther in life than your knowledge of predestination. always has. always will, i suspect.
that's true. i hadn't thought of the fatalism. but having a face that's hard to read can come in mighty handy in the workplace. when you're meeting w/ your boss and you're thinking "this is so retarded", he won't know that.
servant leader...ugh...i'm having flashbacks.
being that i know everyone, but only went for 2 years, is it acceptable for myself to come?
a) Brian? Weimer? Oh, yes he wd certainly be welcome--only if he brings a copy of Poison's "Unskinny Bop." I really got to play some poker with y'all!--I'll consider it a charitable offering for those in need.
b) I think girls curl each other's hair or do each other's nails, but the ladies we know--now that's another matter. I think they actually talk about philosophy and music and stuff.
c) Yes, I was thinking that we wd have to do everything in our power to make sure noone knew which weekend it was each year.
d) Milo: in case you hadn't noticed I was referencing you when I said "crushes on redheads," so of course you're part of this scheme. Plus, I wdnt want to miss a weekend of uninhibited Milo around impressionable youth (considering your recent episode with hotubs and such). The only person who may not be invited wd be the guy who reads too much Stephen King and "sleeps" on teh couch--any guesses?
d) Jesus was a powerful leader as a servant, yes. But he was killed for it. I just watched The Passion again recently and I wanted to scream "Stand up for yourself, damnit!" When he was "on trial." The servant leader gobshite is merely another chapter in the Will to Power politics of the West and/or an excuse to do nothing in the face of evil.
e) "knowledge of predesination"--good one. Isn't that an oxymoron or a paradox?
I imagine there wd be raiding of the radio station too at odd hours of the night so the Geneva community wd know, The Boys are Back in Town...the possibilities are endless...
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