I just got an email from my physiology prof, which is a first year course.. She said that her inner mother compelled her to post this PowerPoint. As someone who isn’t attending BSD and remember how first year Christian did BSD this makes me laugh.
This month is the 10th anniversary of my last “last day of classes”. I went to university for 9 years. 7 of them at the University of Calgary. I had 7 really spectacular last day of classes. At the U of C it is called Bermuda shorts day, because it is Calgary, and sometimes it is snowing, so why not wear Bermuda shorts. I have such found rememberings of those days. And every year at this time I hear about it on the radio and I see those revelers in the paper or on the news and I am filled with a feeling of oneness. That I to was there. That I felt what they felt. Just a small reprieve between the end of classes and the start of finals. It was not necessarily poetic or beautiful but it was always quite special.
when i was taking the train to school yesterday there were these greasy looking 30 yr olds that were like “aayyy im going to bsd. thats where all the college girls get drunk tehehe.” and it bothers me so much it bothers me so much. its bothered me all day. pls dont prey on drunk girls, that is rape. pls dont do it
You should probably send me pictures of your friends(or strangers) when they pass out on the snow-covered lawn outside the beer gardens today. Especially if they’re wearing a funny costume. Passed out wasted from BSD still counts as sleeping at school.
HAVE FUN AND DON’T DIE TODAY OR IF YOU DO DIE MAKE IT REALLY AMAZING AND VIDEO DOCUMENT IT.