A small college in Southern Vermont with a moderately nice campus, but nothing to actually make it stand out. 90% of the student population are drunks, and 99% of the student population are self obsessed, preppie wiggers.

The teachers are nice, however, and seem to actually and genuinely give a shit about the students. (This is not recognized by the wigger population, because they are generally too drunk to care, and always too self obsessed to consider anyone who doesn't bow down and lick the shit out of their ass a good person.)

It’s an acronym standing for Can’t Remember A Fucking Thing. It’s usually used to describe embarrassment at being unable to remember someone (CRAFT moment); going onstage as the lead in the latest theatrical performance and your mind goes completely blank (CRAFT situation); the next morning after a night when you got pissed as a fart and woke up in bed cuddling a traffic cone and a string of fairy lights wound round your prick.