Frat Boy Buff...
Since I told Schprockie I'd tell you all a story... it seems I must.
Even though it's been a couple of years now, I'm sure all of you remember the cliques in high school and how you looked forward to going to college so that you could get away from all that.
I'm sure you all remember how disappointed you were to find that college was just another collection of cliques, but the best part is that not only could you identify who the cliques were... you found out which one you belonged with and that you really didn't have to associate with the others.
Now when I first got there, I didn't understand all of that. I stayed in the dorm and so I didn't hit the student center, nor understand that's where all the action was. By the end of year three I was well in my stride, mostly because I lived off campus and had switched majors.
Down at USU, there were several groupings.
Downstairs in the student center there was whole mezzanine of shops and a couple of eating establishments, one was a bread shop and ice cream shop(most excellent) and at the far east end... The Hub. The Hub was a unique spot. It was mostly a breakfast joint where you could get an egg and hashbrowns and toast for a couple bucks and sit down and read the student paper while you were waiting for your next class to start. It also became THE hangout in the mornings. However, that's not what made it unique. It had a multilevel dining area which by default became sectional for all the groups.
On the lower ground floor level just outside or near the door in winter was where all the Natural Resource majors hung out so that they could smoke. That was always intriguing to me because they were the "save the earth" wool sock crowd, yet they all smoked like chimneys.
A little further in on the ground floor was where all the normal people sat. Those without affiliation, yet in need of a hangout. That's where the most beautiful woman I ever saw used to sit... but that's another story.
Anyway, next up was a small second tier where there were about 5 tables and this was where the med students hung out. Nice folks. Not very chatty, but a good crew.
Next up, and at the top of the pyramid was the third level where us farm boys wound up. About 3 tables and it was a good place to be. Someone would always be there who you knew. This is where you'd bring freshmen farm kids to know and become known. This is where the parties got planned, and weekenders, and weekdayers...
But... one group was suspiciously lacking from the Hub... Frat boys. Frat/sorority row was right next to campus so they'd go there instead, as a result, there wasn't much contact except one time of the year.
I don't know if Frat boys are the same all over, but down there, they had their own look. The eternally immature, frosted tips, popped collars, woven belts, and strutted around like the cock of the walk.
Now as farm kids, after a while the sedentary college lifestyle got to wearing on us, so a few of them started going up to the HYPER and lifting weights at the student weight room. I watched them go for a while then decided to join them. It was quite enjoyable actually, so we all turned into regulars. As regulars you got to see the same folks there at the same time of day and got to visit and laugh with all of them. It was the same 8 or ten of us there every day, until... two weeks before spring break.
On that day, exactly two weeks before the monday of spring break, we walked into the weight room to find it packed to the gills with frat boys. I looked around in total confusion looking at 50 pasty white fratties until another of the regulars walked in behind us. He just started laughing. "Ugh... Me frat boy, me get buff for spring break!" And then I got the timing and shook my head. "Don't worry, come Wednesday, there won't be one of them left" he said. I shrugged.
You know what? He nailed it. Tuesday there were about 10 of them and by Wednesday... it was just back to us regs. I guess one day was all it took to get those massive frat boy guns into shape.
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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)
When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly,
I PIMP to the beat, walking on the street with in my new lafreak, yeah
This is how I roll, animal print pants, out o control.
It's Red Foo with the big ass fro
And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow
Answer to last lyric: Who's Going Home With You Tonight by Trapt. Way to go TDub!!!
Even though it's been a couple of years now, I'm sure all of you remember the cliques in high school and how you looked forward to going to college so that you could get away from all that.
I'm sure you all remember how disappointed you were to find that college was just another collection of cliques, but the best part is that not only could you identify who the cliques were... you found out which one you belonged with and that you really didn't have to associate with the others.
Now when I first got there, I didn't understand all of that. I stayed in the dorm and so I didn't hit the student center, nor understand that's where all the action was. By the end of year three I was well in my stride, mostly because I lived off campus and had switched majors.
Down at USU, there were several groupings.
Downstairs in the student center there was whole mezzanine of shops and a couple of eating establishments, one was a bread shop and ice cream shop(most excellent) and at the far east end... The Hub. The Hub was a unique spot. It was mostly a breakfast joint where you could get an egg and hashbrowns and toast for a couple bucks and sit down and read the student paper while you were waiting for your next class to start. It also became THE hangout in the mornings. However, that's not what made it unique. It had a multilevel dining area which by default became sectional for all the groups.
On the lower ground floor level just outside or near the door in winter was where all the Natural Resource majors hung out so that they could smoke. That was always intriguing to me because they were the "save the earth" wool sock crowd, yet they all smoked like chimneys.
A little further in on the ground floor was where all the normal people sat. Those without affiliation, yet in need of a hangout. That's where the most beautiful woman I ever saw used to sit... but that's another story.
Anyway, next up was a small second tier where there were about 5 tables and this was where the med students hung out. Nice folks. Not very chatty, but a good crew.
Next up, and at the top of the pyramid was the third level where us farm boys wound up. About 3 tables and it was a good place to be. Someone would always be there who you knew. This is where you'd bring freshmen farm kids to know and become known. This is where the parties got planned, and weekenders, and weekdayers...
But... one group was suspiciously lacking from the Hub... Frat boys. Frat/sorority row was right next to campus so they'd go there instead, as a result, there wasn't much contact except one time of the year.
I don't know if Frat boys are the same all over, but down there, they had their own look. The eternally immature, frosted tips, popped collars, woven belts, and strutted around like the cock of the walk.
Now as farm kids, after a while the sedentary college lifestyle got to wearing on us, so a few of them started going up to the HYPER and lifting weights at the student weight room. I watched them go for a while then decided to join them. It was quite enjoyable actually, so we all turned into regulars. As regulars you got to see the same folks there at the same time of day and got to visit and laugh with all of them. It was the same 8 or ten of us there every day, until... two weeks before spring break.
On that day, exactly two weeks before the monday of spring break, we walked into the weight room to find it packed to the gills with frat boys. I looked around in total confusion looking at 50 pasty white fratties until another of the regulars walked in behind us. He just started laughing. "Ugh... Me frat boy, me get buff for spring break!" And then I got the timing and shook my head. "Don't worry, come Wednesday, there won't be one of them left" he said. I shrugged.
You know what? He nailed it. Tuesday there were about 10 of them and by Wednesday... it was just back to us regs. I guess one day was all it took to get those massive frat boy guns into shape.
***************************
Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)
When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly,
I PIMP to the beat, walking on the street with in my new lafreak, yeah
This is how I roll, animal print pants, out o control.
It's Red Foo with the big ass fro
And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow
Answer to last lyric: Who's Going Home With You Tonight by Trapt. Way to go TDub!!!
posted by LL at 9:06 PM
10 Comments:
I don't really remember college. I blocked it out.
i do, however, remember my hatred of the privileged frat boys (my sister dated one.) She was gorgeous, he was rich and charming.
He was 19. He drove a Porsche. He flunked most of his classes.
He'll probably be the next president.
Seems to me that if they worked out so hard and with such effort, that not only were they spoiled and superficial. But they weren't very "educated" as you and I, and anyone who has worked out for real knows. All they did was over work their pasty selves and hopefully were laid up with advil, and icy hot on their school break!!;)
PS it is Winter my dear thong thinking pal, so yes I do still throw a pair on now and again...;)
Surprised you can remember all that form sooo long ago! ;) Does remind me of when we lived in Ellensburg and Cowboy was loading containers (Hay) and at the end of summer, all the CWU boys wanted to work..."work out" for football season....big and tough, they thought they could out lift, out load even a cowboy.....WRONG! None of them lasted 6 hours, let alone 12!
Charm - I'm sure you blocked it out because it was all sex, drugs, and rock and roll with you. ;P
TDub - I knew you couldn't go without them for long.
WOWie - Sooo long? WhyIotta... ;)
Funny how the oldies tend to be a little tougher than the youngsters give them credit for...
"Funny how the oldies tend to be a little tougher than the youngsters give them credit for..."
I'll remember that next time you start in on Mal being old. Or me!
That's altogether different...
I don't think the old guy ever loaded hay in his lifetime.
Besides... I've never called you old. :P
Yeah I went to an arts school in New York so I guess I missed out on what sounds like a really ridiculous grouping of people.
So now tell us the story about the most beautiful woman.
You're in New York... I don't think you've missed out on seeing ANYTHING.
As for the story... it might be better off not told, it's kind of a tragedy. ;)
When I was young and resilient I started lifting weights. In those days it took all of about 2 weeks to see some real results. It'd be nice to have that happen again. :)
Frat boys = no. Farm boys = much better.
I hung out with the music majors. :)
Music majors? That was too rough a crowd for me...
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