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I miss the good old days.  What’s fucked up about that statement is that I used to despise when people said it.  I get it, you old fucks don’t like the young kids running around, drinking booze, having sex out of wedlock, thinking its cool for guys to put their hair in a bun.  You’d just rather go back to 1969, where rolling around on the fields of Woodstock, homophobia, and boarder-line racism were still the most popular mainstream hobbies.  Makes total sense.  But, it’s different now. I feel like just five years ago things were different.  Now some of you are probably reading this and are wondering “wasn’t this washed up fifth-year born some time around 1969?” And I would respond by noting how funny that joke was and I’ve never heard it before, but hear me out: 

That sexy man on the right is me, 5 years ago.  True story, I actually went to a lacrosse party that night with all the paint on except for my face cause I’m the man, and they made me pay 10 dollars to get in, cause I’m the man.  Ah, so young, young enough to believe the classic “if the girls on top she can’t get pregnant, gravity bro” (learned the hard way).  One of the craziest things to me about my time as a freshman is that House Party Weekend was sanctioned by the school, it was literally on Bucknell’s academic planning calendar on the official website.  The Bucknellian would devote a full page to advertise for the different fraternity (and BUST) events, concerts, performances, registers etc., and even included a map so you could find your way around uphill when the immanent point in time came when you can’t remember where you were.  There were official house party mugs that people who were over 21 could drink on campus, as the administration would lift the open container policy for this glorious time.  The campus would triple in size - everyone wanted to show their friends what a dope school we went to.  I don’t know if any of you know this Bucknell, and honestly, I hardly even remember it (fucking whippets).  So yes, I do miss the old days.  But, even though we are in the midst of a massive pussification of America, and especially the college campus, that doesn’t mean that we have to hop in formation like the puppets that the establishment wants us to be.  We live in a world where the common college kid is being oppressed (I know, I know, there are many more cultures, groups, and races that are truly being oppressed ((it’s crazy I even need to say that but it’s the world we live in!))).  We are moving to a place where partying, drinking, and just having fun is being inherently associated with negativeness.  I think the path that has led us here was with good intentions - make everyone safer, make everyone feel safe!  But, it has been taken too far.  Where do we stop?  Do we make speed limits 25 mph on the highways to avoid all car accidents?  Do we make underage drinking on campus an expellable offense in order to mitigate hospitalizations?  What happened to the value we put on “fun?”  So yes, I do miss the old days, the days that existed just 4 years ago.  But, if we have shown anything, if BUST has shown us anything, it is that we still value fun.  We still value the awful feeling of waking up at 6 am on a wet tarp next to a stranger with the warm blanket of awkwardness (or pee?) letting us know that we are still very much alive.  We have shown that we care more about preserving the sacred tradition of HPW, with our middle fingers up and hands on our crotch, than we do about, well, really anything else.  Don’t let the administration and the rest of society tell you that you are wrong for salivating and counting down every day for the arrival of this April weekend.  You aren’t wrong, you are so fucking right.  So with that being said, and without further ado, let the activities begin. This Saturday (4/2)BUST will be kicking off the glorious HPW day events at 8 am sharp at the baddest of kittens (626 St. Catherine Street) with bloody’s and bagels.  I hope to see all of you there at the crack of dawn, and don’t take this for granted, because I promise you in the very near future this will not be happening anymore.

Yours Truly,

Alex “Stay safe” Cooperstone (“coop”)

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On Apr 1, 2016, at 3:00 PM, cooper...@gmail.com wrote:

I miss the good old days.  What’s fucked up about that statement is that I used to despise when people said it.  I get it, you old fucks don’t like the young kids running around, drinking booze, having sex out of wedlock, thinking its cool for guys to put their hair in a bun.  You’d just rather go back to 1969, where rolling around on the fields of Woodstock, homophobia, and boarder-line racism were still the most popular mainstream hobbies.  Makes total sense.  But, it’s different now. I feel like just five years ago things were different.  Now some of you are probably reading this and are wondering “wasn’t this washed up fifth-year born some time around 1969?” And I would respond by noting how funny that joke was and I’ve never heard it before, but hear me out: 

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That sexy man on the right is me, 5 years ago.  True story, I actually went to a lacrosse party that night with all the paint on except for my face cause I’m the man, and they made me pay 10 dollars to get in, cause I’m the man.  Ah, so young, young enough to believe the classic “if the girls on top she can’t get pregnant, gravity bro” (learned the hard way).  One of the craziest things to me about my time as a freshman is that House Party Weekend was sanctioned by the school, it was literally on Bucknell’s academic planning calendar on the official website.  The Bucknellian would devote a full page to advertise for the different fraternity (and BUST) events, concerts, performances, registers etc., and even included a map so you could find your way around uphill when the immanent point in time came when you can’t remember where you were.  There were official house party mugs that people who were over 21 could drink on campus, as the administration would lift the open container policy for this glorious time.  The campus would triple in size - everyone wanted to show their friends what a dope school we went to.  I don’t know if any of you know this Bucknell, and honestly, I hardly even remember it (fucking whippets).  So yes, I do miss the old days.  But, even though we are in the midst of a massive pussification of America, and especially the college campus, that doesn’t mean that we have to hop in formation like the puppets that the establishment wants us to be.  We live in a world where the common college kid is being oppressed (I know, I know, there are many more cultures, groups, and races that are truly being oppressed ((it’s crazy I even need to say that but it’s the world we live in!))).  We are moving to a place where partying, drinking, and just having fun is being inherently associated with negativeness.  I think the path that has led us here was with good intentions - make everyone safer, make everyone feel safe!  But, it has been taken too far.  Where do we stop?  Do we make speed limits 25 mph on the highways to avoid all car accidents?  Do we make underage drinking on campus an expellable offense in order to mitigate hospitalizations?  What happened to the value we put on “fun?”  So yes, I do miss the old days, the days that existed just 4 years ago.  But, if we have shown anything, if BUST has shown us anything, it is that we still value fun.  We still value the awful feeling of waking up at 6 am on a wet tarp next to a stranger with the warm blanket of awkwardness (or pee?) letting us know that we are still very much alive.  We have shown that we care more about preserving the sacred tradition of HPW, with our middle fingers up and hands on our crotch, than we do about, well, really anything else.  Don’t let the administration and the rest of society tell you that you are wrong for salivating and counting down every day for the arrival of this April weekend.  You aren’t wrong, you are so fucking right.  So with that being said, and without further ado, let the activities begin. This Saturday (4/2)BUST will be kicking off the glorious HPW day events at 8 am sharp at the baddest of kittens (626 St. Catherine Street) with bloody’s and bagels.  I hope to see all of you there at the crack of dawn, and don’t take this for granted, because I promise you in the very near future this will not be happening anymore.

Yours Truly,

Alex “Stay safe” Cooperstone (“coop”)

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El abr 1, 2016, a las 21:00, cooper...@gmail.com escribió:

I miss the good old days.  What’s fucked up about that statement is that I used to despise when people said it.  I get it, you old fucks don’t like the young kids running around, drinking booze, having sex out of wedlock, thinking its cool for guys to put their hair in a bun.  You’d just rather go back to 1969, where rolling around on the fields of Woodstock, homophobia, and boarder-line racism were still the most popular mainstream hobbies.  Makes total sense.  But, it’s different now. I feel like just five years ago things were different.  Now some of you are probably reading this and are wondering “wasn’t this washed up fifth-year born some time around 1969?” And I would respond by noting how funny that joke was and I’ve never heard it before, but hear me out: 

<PastedGraphic-1.png>

That sexy man on the right is me, 5 years ago.  True story, I actually went to a lacrosse party that night with all the paint on except for my face cause I’m the man, and they made me pay 10 dollars to get in, cause I’m the man.  Ah, so young, young enough to believe the classic “if the girls on top she can’t get pregnant, gravity bro” (learned the hard way).  One of the craziest things to me about my time as a freshman is that House Party Weekend was sanctioned by the school, it was literally on Bucknell’s academic planning calendar on the official website.  The Bucknellian would devote a full page to advertise for the different fraternity (and BUST) events, concerts, performances, registers etc., and even included a map so you could find your way around uphill when the immanent point in time came when you can’t remember where you were.  There were official house party mugs that people who were over 21 could drink on campus, as the administration would lift the open container policy for this glorious time.  The campus would triple in size - everyone wanted to show their friends what a dope school we went to.  I don’t know if any of you know this Bucknell, and honestly, I hardly even remember it (fucking whippets).  So yes, I do miss the old days.  But, even though we are in the midst of a massive pussification of America, and especially the college campus, that doesn’t mean that we have to hop in formation like the puppets that the establishment wants us to be.  We live in a world where the common college kid is being oppressed (I know, I know, there are many more cultures, groups, and races that are truly being oppressed ((it’s crazy I even need to say that but it’s the world we live in!))).  We are moving to a place where partying, drinking, and just having fun is being inherently associated with negativeness.  I think the path that has led us here was with good intentions - make everyone safer, make everyone feel safe!  But, it has been taken too far.  Where do we stop?  Do we make speed limits 25 mph on the highways to avoid all car accidents?  Do we make underage drinking on campus an expellable offense in order to mitigate hospitalizations?  What happened to the value we put on “fun?”  So yes, I do miss the old days, the days that existed just 4 years ago.  But, if we have shown anything, if BUST has shown us anything, it is that we still value fun.  We still value the awful feeling of waking up at 6 am on a wet tarp next to a stranger with the warm blanket of awkwardness (or pee?) letting us know that we are still very much alive.  We have shown that we care more about preserving the sacred tradition of HPW, with our middle fingers up and hands on our crotch, than we do about, well, really anything else.  Don’t let the administration and the rest of society tell you that you are wrong for salivating and counting down every day for the arrival of this April weekend.  You aren’t wrong, you are so fucking right.  So with that being said, and without further ado, let the activities begin. This Saturday (4/2)BUST will be kicking off the glorious HPW day events at 8 am sharp at the baddest of kittens (626 St. Catherine Street) with bloody’s and bagels.  I hope to see all of you there at the crack of dawn, and don’t take this for granted, because I promise you in the very near future this will not be happening anymore.

Yours Truly,

Alex “Stay safe” Cooperstone (“coop”)

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