The First Year Frat Experience

It was September 14th and my three weeks were up. I had told myself I had three weeks to make friends. Three weeks before Greek life would dominate the social scene. Publicly, I decried the three week rule, writing it off as dumb or lame. Privately, a part of me wished it could last forever. That night, while my floor pregamed in their rooms, I stayed in mine. I spent a long night alone, listening to the music blasting from dorm rooms and down the streets. I decided to shut the lights off because I didn’t want the world to see what a loser I was. Looking back, I don’t think the world cared, they were too busy having a good time. I went to bed that night promising myself that I would not spend another Friday night alone in my room. I knew I was going to regret not going for a long time. Or so I thought. [excerpt

Bystander Behavior in his Fucking House

My first semester at Gettysburg, I was at a fraternity party with a group of friends from my floor. As a first-year who spent the majority of her Saturday nights in high school watching Netflix with friends, I was still growing accustomed to the utter chaos which defines our college’s primary social scene. Despite my inexperience, even I knew to be worried when a visibly intoxicated girl stumbled past, pulled behind a guy towards the stairs. [excerpt

Republic of Esthonia : [facts about Esthonia]

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The Price I Didn\u27t Know I\u27d Pay

$255 textbook.$52 clicker. $150 fleece at Rosemont 310.$1000+ dues to a sorority. These are as mucha part of Gettysburg life as Servo Thanksgiving, chicken finger Friday, and Springfest. Fitting into this lifestyle has been a daily struggle for the last four years. [excerpt

Value is Subjective and Other Fallacies in Economics

“Before I hand back your exams, let’s review the overall performance of the class. Listed here are the median and mean scores. You can also see the grades of five highest scores on exam…” I sat anxiously in my chair as my economics professor shared class statistics before finally handing back our tests. After he distributed them to a number of students, they mingled at the front the room, speculating who earned the top scores. “Dude, who do you think got the 101?” “I bet it was *David?” “Or maybe Mike? He’s always answering questions correctly.” “Could be. But I think one of them is definitely Seth – that guy is totally on the ball.” Always attuned to the behavior of the men in this class, I listened closely. When the professor finally handed back my exam, I was shocked. Not only had I done much better than anticipated, I earned the second highest grade. [excerpt