This school is somehow better then every other university in the state and at the same time is worse then every other school in the country.
The first year I went here there was a "Party in the woods" I didn't go, but apparently the cops were going to bust the party.
The teachers are always new hires and don't know how to teach at all.
Some of them don't even teach the class and just showed slide shows, making the students have to learn the material by themselves.
Somehow 30% of people actually managed to graduate.
The most you can say is that you learned nothing from this school.
The first year I went here there was a "Party in the woods" I didn't go, but apparently the cops were going to bust the party.
The teachers are always new hires and don't know how to teach at all.
Some of them don't even teach the class and just showed slide shows, making the students have to learn the material by themselves.
Somehow 30% of people actually managed to graduate.
The most you can say is that you learned nothing from this school.
Me: Hey, guess what? I graduated!
Friend: Awesome, what school did you go to?
Me: The University of Southern Maine.
Friend: oh.... congrats?
Friend: Awesome, what school did you go to?
Me: The University of Southern Maine.
Friend: oh.... congrats?
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Get the Maintenance Fuck mug.Someone who lives in Maine and is, well, a Maine hick through and through. There smart if they have a G.E.D., and for some strange reason, have not pronounced the letter "R" in 200+ years. and, to whoever did the previous definition of Maine-o, there is no Red Lobster in Maine. Red Lobster is frozen seafood, is horrible, and exists in 49 states. Maine is the only Red Lobser-less state in the union. Weathervane is MUCH MUCH better because it isnt frozen
I am a maine-o through and through
by Massabesic April 17, 2006
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Example of how drunk maine is: Maine Stein Song
Fill the steins to dear old Maine.
Shout till the rafters ring!
Stand and drink a toast once again!
Let every loyal Maine fan sing.
Drink to all the happy hours,
Drink to the careless days.
Drink to Maine, our Alma Mater,
The college of our hearts always.
To the trees, to the sky,
To the Spring in its glorious happiness;
To the youth, to the fire,
To the life that is moving and calling us!
To the Gods, to the Fates,
To the rulers of men and their destinies;
To the lips, to the eyes,
To the ones who will love us some day.
Oh, fill the steins to dear old Maine.
Shout till the rafters ring!
Stand and drink a toast once again!
Let every loyal Maine fan sing.
Then drink to all the happy hours,
Drink to the careless days.
Drink to Maine, our Alma Mater,
The college of our hearts always.
Fill the steins to dear old Maine.
Shout till the rafters ring!
Stand and drink a toast once again!
Let every loyal Maine fan sing.
Drink to all the happy hours,
Drink to the careless days.
Drink to Maine, our Alma Mater,
The college of our hearts always.
To the trees, to the sky,
To the Spring in its glorious happiness;
To the youth, to the fire,
To the life that is moving and calling us!
To the Gods, to the Fates,
To the rulers of men and their destinies;
To the lips, to the eyes,
To the ones who will love us some day.
Oh, fill the steins to dear old Maine.
Shout till the rafters ring!
Stand and drink a toast once again!
Let every loyal Maine fan sing.
Then drink to all the happy hours,
Drink to the careless days.
Drink to Maine, our Alma Mater,
The college of our hearts always.
by Willy Beamen May 15, 2006
Get the Maine mug.a state where to fit in, you need to (1) live in a trailer, (2) own 3+ of each: trucks, ATVs, snowmobiles and guns, (3) wear the combo mullet/greasy baseball cap/Wal*Mart insulated flannel/ sweatpants/ boots, (4) know and enjoy moxie and oxy, and (5) have a not-so-remote resemblance to what should be an unrelated cousin.
Your career options are (1) collecting carts from the parking lots of grocery stores in freezing rain at night without reflective jackets, (2) stuffin' lobster rolls in McD, (3) sort empty stinking bottles in a redemption center (in ME there's a 5c dep on cans/bottles that you then turn in for cash, and some poor soul has to sort them by vendor in rancid containers; normally you can turn them in for beer right there, as most places double-up as beer/wine shacks to perpetuate the cycle); for the college- educated the option is to work for a call center calling on delinquent credit card deadbeats. Maine consistently ranks at the bottom, along with Louisiana and Mississippi in stats such as teenage pregnancy, smoking rates, educational spending, literacy, income, unemployment, small business climate, energy costs and the like.
That said, the people for the most part are down-to-eart, generally nice and helpful, and a little provincial. The state is really two different states: southern maine, which is quickly becoming a Boston suburb while yet in denial about sprawl, traffic jams, crime and related issues, and north/east, generally starting from Lewiston/Auburn up; rural, some farming/forestry/lobstering/welfare, claiming to be the real Maine. It is a part of the state where going out-of-state generally means an overnight trip, sometimes to a strip club in near the border in Quebec, or a bar in New Brunswick, Canada, where the drinking age is 18. Maine a state of striking natural beauty, both along the coast (the farther northeast you go, the better and wilder it is), as well as the mountains in the west, the lakes are nice, too. The natives along the coast are getting squeezed by out-of-staters buying up oceanfront properties as vacaton homes and thus driving the values/taxes up.
Your career options are (1) collecting carts from the parking lots of grocery stores in freezing rain at night without reflective jackets, (2) stuffin' lobster rolls in McD, (3) sort empty stinking bottles in a redemption center (in ME there's a 5c dep on cans/bottles that you then turn in for cash, and some poor soul has to sort them by vendor in rancid containers; normally you can turn them in for beer right there, as most places double-up as beer/wine shacks to perpetuate the cycle); for the college- educated the option is to work for a call center calling on delinquent credit card deadbeats. Maine consistently ranks at the bottom, along with Louisiana and Mississippi in stats such as teenage pregnancy, smoking rates, educational spending, literacy, income, unemployment, small business climate, energy costs and the like.
That said, the people for the most part are down-to-eart, generally nice and helpful, and a little provincial. The state is really two different states: southern maine, which is quickly becoming a Boston suburb while yet in denial about sprawl, traffic jams, crime and related issues, and north/east, generally starting from Lewiston/Auburn up; rural, some farming/forestry/lobstering/welfare, claiming to be the real Maine. It is a part of the state where going out-of-state generally means an overnight trip, sometimes to a strip club in near the border in Quebec, or a bar in New Brunswick, Canada, where the drinking age is 18. Maine a state of striking natural beauty, both along the coast (the farther northeast you go, the better and wilder it is), as well as the mountains in the west, the lakes are nice, too. The natives along the coast are getting squeezed by out-of-staters buying up oceanfront properties as vacaton homes and thus driving the values/taxes up.
Mainers like potatoes, blueberries, lobster, LL Bean, apples, venison, PBR and dislike out-of-staters (mass-holes from Mass., frenchies from Quebec, new-hamsterites from NH).
by Poncho December 4, 2004
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