1 definition by I got out
I transfered out of Case. I was one of the lucky ones. As such, I figure I have the duty, no, the moral obligation, to help define the school as I see it. There's a few brilliant observations so far - and one clearly written with Case's advertising budget; I have to rebuke it.
I came to Case thinking I was going to college - I wasn't. The problem was, I must have watched television and movies as a kid. See, my vision of college was one filled with kegs, beer bongs, LSD, student protests, wild sex, marijuana, tequila, attractive women, INSANE parties, and that sort of stuff.
Do you know what Case actually had, of the above list? Marijuana, consumed in major quantities, specifically to dull the senses of the fact that all the above items are lacking.
Oh, there's tequila - check out Mi Pueblo. That place is the BOMB. In fact, as a student, you'll probably have a few good non-memories of walking to your dorm from there after it closes.
It's true, the women aren't great. But in conjunction, I have a new word to define: Case Goggles. When you arrive as a freshman, man, your expectations are high. You think it's going to be like the movies. Every day, every week, that your at Case, the goggles start to kick in. Your standards lower in some exponential equation (ask the case nerds to graph this, they can), and pretty soon, you get drunk and have sex or make out with a girl you DEFINETLY shouldn't have. You wake up, and your friends make fun of you. The funny irony is that you get to laugh at THEM in three weeks when they get the Case Goggles.
It's hard finding drinking buddies on Monday, Teusday, Thursday, and Sunday nights, but once you find some good ones, your set. The big drinking nights are Spot night on Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. The trouble is, there aren't parties half the time, and when there are, they're pretty lame. No kegs or hard stuff allowed. Wow, case sucks, huh? It get's worse.
Actually, I'm not even going to proceed - but it's bad. A year here, and you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. Case syndrome.
I came to Case thinking I was going to college - I wasn't. The problem was, I must have watched television and movies as a kid. See, my vision of college was one filled with kegs, beer bongs, LSD, student protests, wild sex, marijuana, tequila, attractive women, INSANE parties, and that sort of stuff.
Do you know what Case actually had, of the above list? Marijuana, consumed in major quantities, specifically to dull the senses of the fact that all the above items are lacking.
Oh, there's tequila - check out Mi Pueblo. That place is the BOMB. In fact, as a student, you'll probably have a few good non-memories of walking to your dorm from there after it closes.
It's true, the women aren't great. But in conjunction, I have a new word to define: Case Goggles. When you arrive as a freshman, man, your expectations are high. You think it's going to be like the movies. Every day, every week, that your at Case, the goggles start to kick in. Your standards lower in some exponential equation (ask the case nerds to graph this, they can), and pretty soon, you get drunk and have sex or make out with a girl you DEFINETLY shouldn't have. You wake up, and your friends make fun of you. The funny irony is that you get to laugh at THEM in three weeks when they get the Case Goggles.
It's hard finding drinking buddies on Monday, Teusday, Thursday, and Sunday nights, but once you find some good ones, your set. The big drinking nights are Spot night on Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. The trouble is, there aren't parties half the time, and when there are, they're pretty lame. No kegs or hard stuff allowed. Wow, case sucks, huh? It get's worse.
Actually, I'm not even going to proceed - but it's bad. A year here, and you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. Case syndrome.
Case Western Reserve University leads the country in Drunk IM's sent per student.
Playboy ranked Case Western Reserve University second worst party school in the country behind the Naval Academy.
I'd rather put my dick in a meat grinder than sit through three hours of recitations at Case.
Playboy ranked Case Western Reserve University second worst party school in the country behind the Naval Academy.
I'd rather put my dick in a meat grinder than sit through three hours of recitations at Case.
by I got out February 27, 2005