School Spirit(s)

Back on campus today. Saw another two apartments, both lacking that certain je ne sais quoi.

[Ed’s Note: They were crap.]

Had dinner at the ZamPub in the sports complex. A few dozen engineering frosh clad in various brightly-coloured t-shirts were sitting at tables, waiting for something. Eventually a guy in a construction helment with that Roman upside-down-bristle-broom thing on top ordered them out to the Colonel By building to “learn their songs,” which they had to sing louder than any other faculty, because they were engineers.

Walking back through campus, I saw a group of them practicing this song, to the tune “Oh My Darling Clementine”:

“I’m an asshole,
I’m an asshole,
I’m an aaaaasshole through and through,
but I’d rather be an asshole
than to go to Carleton U.”

I wonder if I am the only one who thinks that all of the frosh look like Fraggles.

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