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Thursday April 13 was Skills Day here at SOCC, wherein high school students from around the area descended on our campus and did… stuff. I don’t know. The most I saw was kids milling around the cafeteria and the lobby, playing music and eating and existing. The kind of things that college is all about. Skills Day then became Skillz Day when military recruiters came up with the brilliant idea of handing out footballs and basketballs, which the students then put to maximum use, bouncing all around campus and playing catch, even right outside of classes that were in session! None of my German class bothered to tell them to knock it off, but then again we shouldn’t have had to; it shouldn’t be necessary to tell them off, because they shouldn’t be jerking off like that in the first place. Common courtesy dictates that it’s just plain rude to be yakking and yelling when people are trying to learn. This must have been lost on the high schoolers, who seem to think college is just wandering and throwing a football around. Oh, how I prayed for a sniper on top of Tioga Hall; one momentary shot to put to rest an hour’s worth of disruptive noise. And then there was even a fight, between a couple of students from rival schools. Are we so hung up on recruiting that we’ve got to be dredging the depths of such shallow pools of studentry as this? How about instead of throwing millions of dollars at superfluous housing and an overpriced Student Rec Center, we spend our money on things this school actually needs, like synchronized clocks, refurbished housing units, qualified and long-lasting faculty, and more janitorial staff to clean up all these new buildings we keep putting up? It is utter folly to be using up every available resource to try to rope in new students at the expense of the ones already here. We work hard for the cash that goes into our tuition and fees, and we want to see it put to good use, and not spent on catering to asshole high school jocks whose lives will climax the moment they impregnate some passed-out cheerleader. They can get drunk and choke to death on their own vomit at some party, for all I care. Good riddance to white trash.
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