Everyone does something they don’t realize is annoying AF. And honestly, college only brings out these habits even more (often because alcohol is involved). Living in ignorance can truly be bliss, but we’d all be better off if someone would call us out for our bad habits so we can all stop being so f*cking annoying! Thankfully, I’m here to do just that. Hopefully by the end of this, we’ll all learn to stop stealing people’s booze and get off our goddamn high horses about our majors.
The Obnoxiously Late
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Being late to class is one thing, but making a big show out of it is just obnoxious (and a display of your complete lack of self-awareness). Just come in, sit the f*ck down, and make as little noise as possible. You really think everyone wants to hear about your alarm “not going off” and how there were “actually zero parking spots” and all your other bullsh*t excuses? Literally no one cares. And if you think you’re in the clear because you don’t spit out a litany of excuses as you rush to your seat, think again. The performative dumping of your backpack onto your desk, typing aggressively on your laptop, and flipping through your notebook as fast as possible needs to stop, too. We geeeet ittt. You’re late. Tragic. But the dramatic display of trying to prove how stressed you are about it doesn’t make me hate you less, or make you any less late.
The “Busy” Bitches
Oh, you’re taking a full course load, are involved in extracurriculars AND have a job? Crazy how absolutely no one else does. There’s not a single person on the planet who’s ever done as much as you. I bet your schedule rivals that of an influencer during fashion week! *Cue eye roll*
First of all, you’re not the busiest person in the world (or at your school, for that matter) just because you color-code your planner. Secondly, “busy” is not a personality trait or a badge of honor. Literally everyone can tell that when you complain about how you “basically live in the library” or “just have so much going on right now,” you’re not-so-subtly trying to say you think it makes you better than others. Hot take: being busy doesn’t make you important.
The People Who Sh*t-Talk Your Major
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Listen, I’m a theatre major, so I know how “useless” and “easy” it seems to all you pre-med and engineering majors. But would YOU like to stay up until 4am figuring out how to attach a life-sized puppet to your body while someone nearly drills a screw into your collarbone!? No? Didn’t think so. Just like I don’t want to spend an entire afternoon staring into a microscope watching cells do…whatever it is cells do. Everyone has different skills and interests, because duh, everyone’s different. Quit sh*tting on everyone else’s major just because it’s different than yours.
The Greedy GroupMe Girl
Dorm GroupMes are totally fair game for sourcing uncommon items, like a vacuum or mouse ears for whatever trashy themed party you’re going to this weekend (but honestly, if you don’t have a pair of animal ears, you’re not prepared for college). But there’s a line. It’s one thing if you need to borrow my clothing iron, but I’m sorry, now you need me to spare you some toothpaste, laundry detergent, and alcohol? The line has to be drawn somewhere. Asking your hall mates for a favor should be a last-resort solution, not your go-to way of avoiding going to the grocery store for the fifth week in a row. No one likes a moocher.
The Devil’s Advocates
Passing along this tweet…
“We were talking about the holocaust in my history class today and this white guy raises his hand and goes, “if I could play the devils advocate?” and my professor said, “no you may not.” And went on lecturing.”
— Richard Sugarman (@sugman) November 3, 2019
You know them. You probably hate them. And you dread any time they raise their hand in class. I’m talking about those people who are inclined to disagree with every argument just for “discussion’s sake.” Bull! Sh*t! More often than not, devil’s advocates either have some need to prove they have a ~unique~ way of thinking, or just don’t have the balls to actually admit it’s their real opinion. Instead, they hide behind the pretense that it’s just something someone else might say. Either admit your clearly unpopular opinion is what you really believe, or just shut the f*ck up. Please. Class is miserable enough without your input.
The Venmo Ghost
We all know someone who shows up to every pregame empty handed, and apparently “completely broke” too. They manage to polish off the entire bottle of your favorite alcohol, and leave with the promise they’ll pay you back. Nevertheless, days and even weeks will pass without them completing your Venmo request, and you swear on your
fake Gucci belt you’ll never let them get away with it again.
Now, I’m not saying I’ve never forgotten to pay someone back, especially in the old days when Venmo didn’t exist. We’re all probably guilty of forgetting (or blacking out and not even knowing you needed to), but after the third Venmo reminder, you better pay up.
Those Ones Who “Never Sleep”
Now, this is the hill I am prepared to die on. If I hear one more person try to compete to be the one who gets the least amount of sleep, I might do something drastic. You know, like make a TikTok calling them out. I’ve never understood why people think not sleeping is cute or something to be proud of. Congrats, you’re not good at taking care of yourself, I guess? Here’s hoping this is something you just grow out of, but I know people have been doing this since high school and it still hasn’t stopped. When will they learn that lying about how little you’ve slept (because let’s be real guys, everyone who does this is exaggerating) to prove you’re the one who studied the most for an exam doesn’t actually increase the amount that you really studied for that exam? Probably never, tbh. Sad.
Listen, nobody’s perfect. No, not even Gigi Hadid. And college is the perfect time for self-improvement. While we probably can’t completely kick all of our bad habits for good (as much as I wish my roommate would stop throwing her used contacts on the floor… nasty), a little self-awareness can go a long way! If you think you’re the exception and don’t do anything bothersome, just ask your roommate. Chances are they could do an entire Ted Talk ranting about all the annoying sh*t you do.
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Listen up, freshmen. We’re bringing back Betches Love This College, where we give you the no-BS rundown of all the schools you’re thinking of applying to. It’s all the sh*t your guidance counselor will never say.
Dear Orange Friends,
In the heart of Upstate New York, Syracuse University serves as a home to Barstool’s most idiotic, the entire female population of Long Island, and our mascot, a literal f*cking orange named Otto. Known for its school spirit and occasionally good basketball team, Syracuse tends to pop up on many students’ list of safety schools.
Ranked at 53 in the country, Syracuse is the top school for B+ students. While some programs are more difficult to get into than others, the overall mentality at Syracuse is “here for the college experience” also known as blacking out on Tuesdays and getting STDs you can’t pronounce.
The likes of Joe Biden, Aaron Sorkin, Jessie Mueller, Taye Diggs, and Col. Eileen Collins (she’s the first female space shuttle commander f*cking duh) walked on the very same promenade as you. JK the million dollar promenade is like three years old. But they probs sat in the same drafty buildings as you, because those are like, historical artifacts. One building was even used as the Addams Family house.
Syracuse is one big orange family. By that I mean the entire school has a weird obsession with The Dean, Kent Syverud, and the head of construction, Pete Sala. Between these odd characters and last year’s mumps epidemic, there has been no shortage of memes surrounding Syracuse life. And that’s all you need to know about any college right? It’s meme-able. Also, Terry from Brooklyn Nine-Nine went here, so that’s v important.
To give you the real scoop on what goes down at this extremely well-known but mildly-respected college, we’ve broken everything down into categories.
Whitman: They probably have their impress score in their Tinder bio and truly believe that being in Whitman is a personality trait. The typical day-to-day outfit of a Whitman student is a suit, a Canada Goose coat, and death in their eyes. Whitman is home to dozens of frat boys awaiting the day their dads hand them over the company keys. The girls in Whitman come in two types: Boss betches and betches looking to get wifed (some ladies are even doing guys’ homework. For free. We’re sending help ASAP).
Newhouse: Truly a mixed bag in here. You’ve got students who are die-hard first amendment, tape themselves to the White House fence, protest a protest type of people. Then you have Becca from Long Island whose greatest aspiration is doing PR for Glossier-there’s no in between.
iSchool: They’re the people you go to with literally any technology question, even though they probably don’t have the solution. These people were smart and didn’t ED Whitman or Newhouse because they’re actually learning valuable skills like coding and sh*t. They’re going to be making bank long before you’ve even thought about moving out of your parent’s garage.
Engineering And Computer Science: The less relevant version of the iSchool but still really smart. They take a sh*t ton of math classes, so that’s clearly not the major for most of us. Thank u, next.
Visual And Performing Arts: A huge range of majors in here. We’ve got all your high school band geeks making it big time, aspiring opera singers, and professional clarinet players. The worst building on campus to study in, needless to say. The highlight major in VPA is for sure Com Design. They’re the designated artsy friend, can Facetune your pictures to Vogue quality, and are like super creative. Just be aware that if you do choose to go down this path you’ll be spending most of your days in the Warehouse until 4 am.
Architecture: Every so often you’ll see one of these students crawl out of the woodwork. Architecture students are a rarity. They’re either asleep, chained to their desks, or a combination of both (which happens way more often than you’d think). Your best shot at seeing an Architecture student in the wild is when they’re drowning their sorrows in alcohol.
College Of Arts And Sciences: All the kids who didn’t get into Newhouse, Whitman, and are undecided until they’re forced to pick a major after being threatened by guidance counselors.
Maxwell: Do not make the mistake of assuming that these students are in the College of Arts and Sciences BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT and they will literally eat you for breakfast if you assume otherwise. But for reals, don’t argue with them cause all these kids end up being lawyers or politicians. Not worth your time.
School Of Education: These students are either the moms of the friend group or the drunken child that needs to be escorted home by campus police and hooked up to an IV the next morning. The teachers of our future children, ladies and gentlemen.
Falk: Half of Falk is really athletic and wants to like, manage a sports team. The other half of Falk just really likes to eat. They legit can take cooking classes for their major and now I’m questioning all my life choices.
Honorable Mention – SUNY ESF: These students walk around with fake squirrel tails attached to their ass, major in sunflowers, doesn’t wear shoes 99% of the time, and will literally fight you for killing a bug. Long live the roaches.
Freshman: Freshman break down into two categories: The first bunch are in Day or Flint Hall and are 1000% from New York or New Jersey. They came to school with literally 30 best friends because they did a meet-up at Cantina in the city. They Instagram from every single night they go out on a blank wall in the dorm then edit using the C1 filter from VSCO. Captions are typically along the lines of “you better get used to seeing these faces”. All of their tailgate clothes are custom done by Snipped & Styled or By Gabby.
The second live in Haven, Dellplain or BBB. Their entire friend group consists of people from their floor who they swear will be their besties for life. They walked into college not knowing one human, brought a purse to DJ’s on their first night out, and spent a dangerous amount of time seeking out parties that would let them in based on their boy-to-girl group ratio. These students come from states other than the East Coast (see: Ohio, California, Nebraska, etc.) or are international students (see: China, Canada, Spain, etc.). In case you’re wondering, I was this freshman. Cheers!
An easy way to differentiate between these two types of freshman is to see who ends up going to the AEPi jersey party first semester. Contrary to popular belief, this is not a party for people from Jersey, but rather a party where one must panic-call their mom to overnight their brother’s prized jersey, wear it as a dress, then do copious amounts of research about whose name is on the back.
Greeks: I’d like to start off by acknowledging that Greek life at Syracuse is straight-up abysmal. This all started back when some lame engineering frat (not even a social frat) decided to post a hazing video, in which they managed to check off every type of “-ist” and “-phobic” slur the dictionary provides. It offended every possible human on earth except straight white men (tell me something I don’t know), so you better believe this sh*t made it all the way to CNN. So now Greek life is under close watch by the Dean and a different chapter gets kicked off campus every other week. If you still exist, you better watch your f*cking backs because no one is safe (we see you in that Uber, Ron). It’s the legit Hunger Games rn. So in an effort to keep my sorority from getting abolished, we’re going to talk about Greek Life ~holistically~.
Sororities: Let’s be real here. 99% of the girls in Greek life are from the East Coast, no matter what house you’re in. One house to the next varies in their differentiation of basic b*tch – from earth loving-hoes to wannabe Insta-models to actual Insta-models to dripping in daddy’s credit card–you get the whole swatch of sorority stereotype all on one campus. What a wonderful cultural experience. Also, rush seems like a WAY bigger deal than it actually is (I almost anxious puked in a house) but the secret is, once you’re in a sorority, all the frats become your playground. Don’t try to BS me that you’re doing this sh*t for sisterhood or philanthropies. We all know you just want to get dicked by a ZBT guy your friend f*cked last week cause he’s kinda hot and she said it was actually good and now you’re like, so jealous.
Pro tip: If you don’t find a house you like (or you wrecked your GPA and can’t rush) just create your own house. No one will f*cking know. You can’t break the rules if you’re your own Nationals! Besides, anyone can order ~letters~ online, it’s 2018. Rush Alpha Rho Iota everyone! Alpha Sigma Sigma for hottest pledge class!
Fraternities: There are only two types of frats at Syracuse: those who host afters and those who do not. If you’re a girl, you’ll get into literally anywhere for free once the clock strikes 12, like Cinderella, but more diseased beer-pooled floors and less chivalrous men. If you’re a guy looking to rush, you’re going to want to aim to be in a frat that hosts afters, but realistically you won’t be. Good luck making it through hazing hunny. We’re talking locked in coffins on LSD and burning your Canada Goose at the stake. But it’s worth it right?? Brotherhood! Unity! SATURDAYS ARE FOR THE BOYS!
The Daily Orange: I would like it to be on the record that I was fired from The Daily Orange on the grounds that I didn’t “participate in group activities” enough. So basically I was voted out of the cult that is this student-run newspaper. I swear these people are another breed of human and legitimately think their everyday lives are scenes out of The Post. They’re always sweating and scratching sh*t down on dollar-store notepads like they’re about to break f*cking Watergate. But don’t be fooled, they report on sh*t like Trump supporters feeling ~unwelcome~ on campus *plays worlds smallest violin*.
CHAARG/Dance Works: If you host philanthropies and have formals or date nights, you’re basically a sorority. The only thing that makes these girls different is that they actually work out after a night of binge drinking and coke. The rest of us just walk-of-shame in ABC costumes in negative 30-degree weather from Castle Court (see below).
First Year Players: If I could go back in time to my freshman self, I would give her two pieces of advice: boys who ask if you want to do homework at their place don’t actually want to do homework and join First Year Players so you can make friends who are equally as obsessed with Broadway as you (rather than just drunk singing to Wicked by yourself). FYP throws insane parties on Sumner and does big-little—that’s like as Greek as you can get.
GDIs: The God Damn Independents make up like 70% of the student population at Syracuse. They f*cking hate Greek life, so don’t ask them what house they’re in – it’s deeply offensive. They usually host house parties on Lancaster or Ostrom or some street that’s probably way too far from where you live, so trekking there is a real commitment. As their name states, GDIs are independent AF and really make the most of their time at ‘Cuse. They like, actually, branch out and meet people who aren’t from Westchester and do things other than going naked to frats in the dead of winter. So cheers to the GDIs, may we know them and be them (but not actually because we’re too reliant on our sororities’ social schedules).
Castle Court: This is the place for upperclassmen frat boys and sorority girls who are “one of the boys”. She’ll remind you she lives here at least six times in one conversation. And that Castle tailgates are unreal and it’s literally SO f*cked up that DPS shuts them down after three seconds. Also, the messier your apartment, the cooler you are. I don’t make the rules, I’m just stating them. 98% of the time, all the apartment doors are open and people just enter as they please. But don’t you dare take a whippet without venmoing for it first.
Park Point: Welcome to the palace to the JABs. If you live here, you’ve for sure got a stocked bar cart that sits right under your sorority flag or a poster of a celeb you don’t even follow on Insta but claim is your “actual goals”. You for sure order Bleu Monkey an absurd amount and can never decide between Pike, ZBT or Sig Chi afters. One of your roommates probably has a small yappy dog that they bought at PetSmart but literally swears is from a cruelty-free farm in Pennsylvania. Can it, Jenna.
The Marshall: Basically the pregame to Park Point. Mostly juniors living it up in this newly built (but probably still not finished) apartment complex right on Marshall street. Location is prime with DJ’s as your backyard and Lucy’s as your front. The hallways smell like a mix of stale McDonald’s, dirty bong water and New Amsterdam. There is no one you won’t run into in this building. The elevator is basically a carousel of all your regretted hook-ups. So it’s really fun to run into Tuesday’s guy while walk-of-shaming from Saturday night’s frat boy.
Miscellaneous Housing: Off campus, there are tons of random, minorly rundown houses that probably haven’t been up to safety code since 1982. The people who live in these are either GDIs or stoners. The odd time you’ll get a few Greeks who feel like going against the grain. Off-campus houses are also the scene for GDI parties, but more on that later.
Walnut 505: A stunning building that nobody lives in ’cause it’s too far and we’re all lazy and cold. Props to you if you can make the walk, but most of us can only get as far as Kubal.
South Campus: This poor excuse for campus living was Syracuse’s genius idea to resolve their tight housing issue. So instead, they built rooms out of shipping containers down the street from a cemetery. If that doesn’t say college spirit, IDK what does. Mostly sophomores and athletes occupy this territory, but some upperclassmen like to live here because it’s cheap and on the Centro bus line. Driving through here literally looks like a deserted junkyard or something out of a post-apocalyptic movie.
Things To Do During The Day
Destiny USA: Probably one of the most ratchet malls I’ve ever been to, but you’re in bumble-f*ck nowhere so it’s the best you’re going to get. They have a huge movie theatre and PF Changs, so those are both positives, but other than that it’s looking pretty lame. Pro tip for all my fellow JABs – there are always discount Wildfox sweaters at Saks Off Fifth.
Target: It’s winter. You’ve been diagnosed with SAD. The counseling center is overbooked with other depressed people because hey, it’s Syracuse. What else is there left to do but Target? Much cheaper than finding a local Syracuse therapist and most certainly a lot more fun. Target is the answer to practically every question: theme party? Target. Pledge packs? Target. Threw up on your sheets? Target.
Skaneateles: If you’re feeling like a bougie betch, head out in your sorority sisters’ Jeep and drive to Skaneateles. It’s just outside of Syracuse and surprisingly civilized. They have a spa, mediocre shopping, a nice seafood restaurant, and a lake that makes for a beautiful (and mandatory) Insta backdrop. You can also meet up with your
smarter Cornell friends here because it’s not too far from Ithaca.
Things To Do At Night
DJ’s: If I were to encapsulate Syracuse in one way, it would be DJ’s. This bar attracts legitimately every human on campus and packs them all into a basement guarded by two obese men holding fake guns and taking 50s from freshman boys whose fakes won’t scan. Everything smells like rum buckets and sweat. There’s nowhere to move unless you lock yourself in the cage. Yes. They have a f*cking cage. DJ’s is also the ONLY place you should go for Happy Hour because it’s literally absurd. The attire is leggings and snow boots, backpacks are on, you probably still have a class at 6:00 but you’re chugging a vodka Redbull anyway.
Harry’s: In case DJ’s wasn’t disgusting enough, meet its across the street neighbor, Harry’s! Also in a basement (but this time below CVS, yum), Harry’s typically hosts upperclassmen or GDIs. Usually, the young Greeks flock to the frats or DJ’s, leaving this place slightly more sophisticated (as sophisticated as a CVS storage room full of horny drunks can be).
Lucy’s: If you refer to this place as Orange Crate, you can leave now. It always and forever will be Lucy’s so you can just GTFO now. Lucy’s is a classic Syracuse staple that caters to the legal population of Syracuse (or the people with fakes that are better than the ones from ID God). This is easily the best bar at Syracuse because it has a sh*t ton of space with both indoor and outdoor areas. They also are notorious for having the best pizza. Realistically, it probably sucks, but who f*cking cares, you’re drunk.
Faegan’s: Faegan’s is without a doubt the most normal bar out of the bunch. They’re super strict on IDs, so everyone is actually legal and doesn’t projectile vomit onto your shoes. They also host flip-night which is the most fun thing at Syracuse that you don’t see anyone go to. And by see, I mean profusely post on Snapchat. But I guess with age comes maturity, and with maturity comes less of a need to live stream your unhealthy drinking habits.
Space Camp: I’ve never been able to actually locate Space Camp because the address is ever changing, but it’s supposed to be super cool. It hosts exclusive and artsy parties attended heavily by Com Design and Bandier students. It’s your go-to place to see Soundcloud rappers and that local band from Rochester you’ve never heard of.
Good Uncle: There’s something quite dehumanizing about waiting in your pajamas in a line for food that’s cooked out of a van. But this is Syracuse, so are you really that surprised? Good Uncle is a food delivery service that brings you “New York style meals, in a Syracuse minute”, could I make this sh*t up? Everyone orders from it because of the convenience but not one person has a good thing to say about it. Except for the fact that their mac & cheese is worth the heart attack.
Bleu Monkey: Eating sushi in Syracuse is like playing Russian Roulette. Eventually, you’re going to get food poisoning because you’re eating raw fish in Upstate New York, so just pick your sushi place and ride it out. Bleu Monkey is an obvious choice, with Oishi as the runner-up (because Anthony the delivery man is the sh*t). They sure as hell don’t card at the restaurant, so you can down a bottle of sake with your California roll and have yourself a night.
Strong Hearts: Stave off the freshman 15 with the only decent salads on campus. Strong Hearts is a fan favorite among ladies and thots alike. This place is no bigger than a bathroom but I guarantee each time you go, you’ll run into at least eight people you know, or at least follow on Instagram but def wouldn’t say hi to in person. I give this place mad props for actually making tofu taste good, cause they like, deep fry it until it tastes like chicken nuggets. But it’s vegan so it’s healthy… right??
Water Street Bagel Co: If you miss your classic New York bagel, this is seriously the place to go, they’re overpriced and everything! For the perfect hangover cure, look no further than their bacon, egg, and cheese. This place is absolutely amazing, but their one drawback is that they don’t have f*cking iced coffee. Like what betch eats her bagel without an iced coffee with almond milk and Stevia? They do have coffee and ice though so I guess you could put two and two together, but I’m sorry it’s just not the same.
XO Taco: This is Syracuse’s attempt at trying to be cool and trendy. Considering the market for Mexican food was pretty open, XO Taco fit right in. They have these neon light lips on the walls, so you can for sure Insta story that upon arrival. The tacos are honestly not that good but look pretty, so use some flash and get a pic in for your aesthetic. They make good drinks and don’t card strictly, so tequila shots on me!
Pastabilities: For a long time, this was the only edible food in Syracuse. Now it has some competition, but it’s still a staple. Hands-down, this is the best pasta you’ll get in Syracuse. And it’s not even just Syracuse good, it’s good good. Their best kinds of pasta are homemade and they’re most well known for their spicy-hot tomato oil. Pro tip: If you go towards the end of the night and stay until they start closing, they’ll give you a free baguette. Free bread! What more could you ask for?
Dinosaur BBQ: People legit travel to Syracuse to try Dinosaur. It’s so successful that they even opened up one in NYC. Their sauce is on another level, but my favorite dish is for sure their poutine (that’s the true Canadian in me coming out). People also die over their pulled pork sandwiches, but I can’t relate because #kosher. I’m also pretty sure Guy Fieri has been here, so if that’s not reason enough to try it out IDK what is.
Stella’s & Rise N’ Shine: When you’re in need of a greasy brunch, you’ve got two options. Stella’s is bigger and dirtier, but way faster. Rise N’ Shine is slightly classier and has really good M&M pancakes (don’t judge my choices I’m an adult), but it takes FOREVER to get a seat. You can’t go wrong with either choice, but just know that you’re probably going to dedicate your entire morning to this brunch, so make it count.
Original Grain: This place is a little far from campus, but worth the trek every once in a while. OG does bowls, salads, and sandwiches that are definitely above average in terms of Syracuse cuisine. I wouldn’t recommend making this a regular place to grab a meal, because it doesn’t take long to get sick of. But I guess that’s like everything in Syracuse soooooo.
Kissing Bench: I’m pretty sure this was made up just to be a stop on the campus tour, but people eat this sh*t up so I guess it’s legit? Basically, if you sit on this random cement bench with a person, you like, have to marry them. Cause that’s your soul mate. But sit on it alone, and your soul mate is yourself. Spooky sh*t. I only realized this rule after some upperclassmen laughed at me while I was calling my mom on said bench. So that explains a lot.
The Legend Of 44: Syracuse’s fav number is 44, because their only good football players to ever exist wore it. Now they retired the number so no one can wear it, which was a bold choice considering our team hasn’t won in like, ever. Syracuse is legit so obsessed with 44 that they changed the postal code so it could have 44 in it. And every number on campus has 44 in it. IDK about you, but that sounds like some serious OCD sh*t to me.
Crouse Chimes: This one is my f*cking favorite. Atop the Hogwarts building (not its official name, for the record) rest a set of bells. A few selected students get the honor of playing said bells. Every. Damn. Day. I can’t explain how fun it is to hear the chime version of Little Mermaid while taking a final. Or trying to do a presentation and being rudely interrupted by the Scooby Doo theme song. The bells even have a Twitter account where you can submit songs or receive updates. It’s weird.
Standing At Basketball Games: This one’s a little weird and I have no idea the origin, but basically, you have to stay standing at basketball games until the team scores. This becomes trying when you’re f*cking blacked from the tailgate and the team sucks *ss and keeps missing, but you still have to stand. Basketball is also a huge deal at Syracuse, so that’s important to note if you’re like, into sports or something.
Before You Graduate You Should…
– Have sex in a Whitman team room or on the quad
– Skip a class because it was too cold
– Go in the cage at DJ’s
– Take the FST 422 (the beer and wine class)
– Go to a Syracuse Vs. Duke basketball game
– End up at Crouse Hospital
– Hangover-puke in your home college
– Have a public mental breakdown in Bird
– Make it through a night of bar hopping
– Dome in the dome
– Befriend the people at Orange Hill Liquor (that’s when you know)
– Smoke a blunt in the graveyard behind Lawrinson
– Witness a frat brawl (bonus points if it’s over you)
– Fall off an elevated surface and live
– Meet the screaming Jesus man on the corner of Marshall
Pepsi Campus: This is pretty self-explanatory, but Syracuse is a certified Pepsi campus, meaning they don’t sell Coke anywhere (the drink, that is). And to make matters worse, their water of choice is f*cking Aquafina. That’s enough to drive someone to full insanity. Don’t try to fight me. All waters taste different, and this one tastes like walking out of an exam you know you failed. That was poetic *hits blunt*. Pro tip: There’s a cafe under Hendrick’s Chapel called People’s Place. It’s fairly angsty and low-key dirty, but they live under a church so they can sell Coke. Because somehow the rules of sponsorships don’t apply to places of worship?
Cold AF: It’s like, record-breakingly cold in Syracuse, so if you’re not ready to tread through the snow to make it to your 8 am, this ain’t the place for you. The wind literally can make you cry some days and I’ve slipped on ice more times than I’d like to admit. The school does a pretty good job of clearing the snow, but it’s hard to keep up with it when it’s falling at like an inch a minute.
Dangerous: One thing they for sure don’t highlight on the tours is that Syracuse is scary as sh*t. The crime rate is absolutely wild, and the local folks are rather frightening. It varies from burglaries to muggings to bomb threats to gun violence, so we really run the gamut. A fun fact: The Lovely Bones is loosely based off an incident that occurred in Syracuse’s very own Thornden Park! Don’t go walking there alone kids. There was also that really fun time when a man hid in the women’s bathroom and videotaped a day’s worth of sh*tting. BTW, every reference was from 2018 alone. Good vibes.
Why Syracuse Is The Best
Okay so I may have just spent the past thousand words ripping Syracuse a new one, but that’s just to give you a fuller picture. Overall, Syracuse is actually the best. There is so much school spirit, making games and tailgates insane. It was voted in the top five party schools by Princeton Review and the booty-call capital by GoPuff. Take that information how you please.
They also have some seriously top-notch programs (if you’re into like, academics and sh*t). In 2018, Newhouse was ranked the third best and Education was ranked the second-best in their fields. Syracuse is also the eighth most represented college on Broadway as of this year. And Architecture always ranks as one of the top programs the school offers.
At the end of the day, I would not be where I am or who I am today without Syracuse (I just gagged at that sentence but it’s true). The alumni are so supportive and like, actually really want you to get a job one day, and isn’t that the point of college? So best of luck to you youngins on your college hunts and GO ORANGE!
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