Today has been such a lovely day on campus. Hopefully it will stay this way for the rest of the week, so pOtterbein will get a nice start to Spring Break. But we all know Ohio's weather is about as bipolar as Mike Stumpf's opinion of Greek Life, so I'd bet it will probably rain or snow or some shit before the weekend.
Well now that the 1:1 campaign has everyone in a tizzy, and we all know my opinion of it, I'd really like to actually focus on one of its loyal supporters, Dean Gatti.
Now everyone knows Dean Bob Gatti, am I right? While many students have a very fond idea of Big Daddy Gatti in their mind, it seems that over the years, and maybe because of the influence of Krendlkins, he has turned into a drone; what I would like to call a Krendlbot.
The Big Daddy I knew would not turn down a student's need for help. I know of many situations with friends where Gatti and his office have been a sort of saving grace for them. As of late though, Gatti seems to have fallen in line with the rest of the Krendlbots, those who want to churn out higher numbers than bring students back.
While many of you may think I am the voice of the scum of campus, I do care about my fellow students. Should one of the OCF members decide they need a drink vs a confessional, I'd love to sit down over a beer. I'm not entirely heartless, for Christ sake! It just has begun to break my heart a little when I see the campus I know and love turn into a one-direction machine. Powered by Krendlbots.
It just seems to me that the office holders have become names to a face, and little else. The face there to smile for photo ops, and push forward their desire for a better university, which really involves squeezing current students for every last dollar, shoving them all into dorms, leaving literally no room for the poor freshman bastards that have decided to attend this place next year, and enforcing the "highly revered" Zero Tolerance policy against the students who could just really use a drink after a long day with dealing with all this bullshit, even if all they can afford is a 40 oz Cobra or a $6.99 bottle of Sutter Home wine.
Dean Gatti seems to have turned from caring about the students to just caring about numbers and the perfect Otterbein image, following many other Krendlbots. In their perfect world, Otterbein is a wholesome place where students study every evening, wake up early every morning, and spend their days with smiles plastered on their faces, wearing button ups and dresses, maybe even skipping to class, and certainly not even a hint of cigarette smoke in the air. Greek Life would consist of Northface jackets and J Crew, and every weekend would consist of community service on Saturday mornings, and church service on Sundays. Pledging would consist of baking cookies and Boy Scouts, or Eagle Scouts, or what the fuck ever. (Now that's an idea! Maybe Dean Gatti and Krendlkins would change their mind about Greek Life after all!)
I personally am here to learn how to be myself, besides just learning shit we are taught in class. I don't regret any mistake I have made, and neither should you readers. I mean truly, if you're meant to be a soccer mom living in Upper Arlington, then fine, move on. But even the future soccer moms deserve a chance to fuck up. We students don't need a faculty board to tell us how to act and who to be, and we certainly don't need to lose the few we had on our side.
Well, that's some tobacco to chew on, so until next time,
Rage on Motherfuckers!
(even if you are getting judged for getting hammered on a weekday)
xoxo TO
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