(note: the following descriptions are accurate of most of the school's population.)
The parents are either filthy rich and purchase name-brand clothes and expensive cars for their brats or are dirt poor and receive more financial aid than you make in a year. The girls are either snobby, cliquish, and fake or are lonely, shy, and goodie-two-shoes. The boys are just that: boys. They are immature, horny, and bastards. The teachers are well-intentioned, and most of them are cool if you like to have shit all over your face. A brown-noser, dumbass. And please feel free to partake in lots of alcohol and assorted drugs from the students' parties, usually held out in the boonies. If you enjoy being plastic or enjoy being gothic or enjoy being picked on, tell your parents to pay those ungodly tuition payments so you can get yours! Even from those whorish girls!
Daddy: "But sweetie, why not a new Escalade? It offers so much more room and can hold all of your intoxicated friends after those parties you all attend weekly."
Sally: "Oh, Daddy! You're the best!!"
1. Short for, Saint Mary's College of Maryland
2. The bad ass school on the river. We grow pot, we smoke pot, we eat pot, we live pot. Mardigreens and Hallowgreens are regularly used terms. If you've "lost it" your shoes WILL be hanging from a tree. On your birthday expect to get ponded. Buy your booze at Cooks and party hard at Monks or The Green Door. Public Safety officers are our best friends, especially when they are chasing us from The Point. We flock to the Keys for spring break and, when we return, we ride around naked on bicycles. We live in Rough House, Snow Hill, Rubbleheap, and Mt. Pleasant. Our hippies have perfected the art that is frisbee golf. On Easter we hunt for Natty Bo...not eggs. Say hello to Sunshine and Cowboy and then pop your collar bitches....you're in St Mary's.
3. And we have a climbing wall.
A: "Dude, no way! I go to St. Mary's. On the river."
get used to ducking and/or getting hit with discs on a regular basis, saying hi to gus and gertie, waking up to enigmatic chalk messages all over campus, hearing phish or o.a.r. or some other jam band shit blasting out of windows everywhere you go, and getting mud on every pair of shoes you own.
A: dude, there are only two.
Person 2: Who gives a fuck about that honkey-tonk town?
2. Person 1: Where are you from?
Person 2: St Marys.
Person 1: I bet your glad to get out of that crap town.