
Air Quality Improves Significantly Following Juul-Pod Shortage
HAMILTON, NY — Students at Colgate University struggled to function on the fourth and fifth of September after a Juul pod shortage touched every corner of Hamilton’s frat house-laden city limits. The forty-eight hour absence of Juul pods from the shelves of all two gas stations had a devastating impact, leaving students contemplating making the hour long trek to Oneida in fleets of Range Rovers to relieve their nicotine withdrawal. Others remained in bed, blowing off classes and resorting to ripping their empty Juul pods out of habit and attempts at finding comfort.
Students Brad (‘22) and Chad (‘21) decided to take the drought as a way to apply their 2.1 GPA abilities from Econ 101 and other business courses they had dropped within the first semester. The entrepreneurs charged a mere $15 to fellow classmates for each hit taken from their remaining pods. “This is a failure of the city of Hamilton and the campus of Colgate. Why the fuck are we paying seventy-two Gs to attend a school in a town that doesn’t properly stock their gas stations with nicotine. Simple economics dude, supply and demand,” stated Brad. Chad agreed, adding, “It’s times like this you’ve got to help out, for the good of humanity, you know? I’m basically doing God’s work. Fifteen dollars is a small price to pay to restore the balance of nature and nicotine. It’s the same cost as an entry fee and a watered down half shot at the Jug. I’m a reasonable man.”
Students in Environmental Studies courses decided to take the depleted Juul stock in stride and apply environmental sustainability. Many of these students asked for small business loans of one million dollars from their CEO parents to purchase liquifiers, biodegradable pods, and tobacco seeds. Student Emily Burberry (‘20) is spearheading this project, hoping that “this will provide all natural, local, vegetarian, non GMO, cruelty free, vegan options all while reducing carbon emissions, which is Colgate’s goal afterall.”
Meanwhile, students in the American Red Cross Association have pushed for more drastic efforts to relieve the immense suffering on campus. Requests for airdrops of cucumber, mint, and mango pods were swiftly emailed to the American Red Cross relief effort. Other students independently ordered hundreds of Juul pods with next day shipping from their parent’s platinum visa cards.
The depletion of Juul pods has affected even those without nicotine addictions. Campus has seen an alarming decrease in midnight fire alarms typically triggered by swaths of nicotine clouds in the Bryan Complex and East Hall. Campus Police and local firefighters found themselves ridden with extreme boredom due to not being utilized nightly by the Juulers of campus. Even air quality has increased, reducing the haze at the dining hall typically caused by nicotine nibblers. Multiple students have complained that the newly restored harsh lighting due to the lack of Juul pod induced fog has made the food appear even more unappetizing, a new low, causing reduced appetites that only exacerbate this disaster.
Chartwells Introduces Margaritas At Coop In Response to La Iguana Tragedy
HAMILTON, NY — Following the shuttering of the world-renowned “Mexican” restaurant, La Iguana, in August, the Colgate community has struggled to replace the legacy of the Hamilton establishment. Members of Top Gamma Phi Beta were distraught at the loss of one of their only source of tequila, one sister told the Rag “What are we gonna do, if I want tequila now the only place to get it is from a Phi Tau’s belly-button.”
“This was only our way to balance out our lack of social capital on this campus,” said one sister of Kappa Kappa Gamma and a member of the Swinging Gates. In response, Chartwells began serving “non-virgin, tequila-flavored slushies” at the O’Connor Campus Center Dining Room. Student representatives to the Student Affairs Board (SAB) have noted increasingly disgruntled faculty and administrators who relied on the wait-time at La Iguana to peer review journal submissions, but are now forced to wait in line at the O’Connor Campus Center for margaritas. “They don’t seem particularly thrilled to have to fraternize with athletes and tour groups,” said one overly-involved and under-informed sophomore.
Other students have noticed faculty members who have been more energetic and emotional during class and in office hours. The entire astronomy department “has been acting sloppier than usual,” according to one senior astrogeophysics major. When asked about the decision to serve alcohol on campus, representatives from Colgate Dining Services responded that “Pepe Lopez doesn’t count” as a legitimate type of alcohol. President Casey, Provost Hucks, Dean McLaughlin, and Dean Flores-Mills declined to comment on the decision, but mariachi music was heard on both the third floor of James B. Colgate Hall and the first floor of McGregory Hall last Friday, followed by the departure of Dining Services staff from both locations and a distinct aroma of poor budgeting decisions.
The Coop has already served 1,369 margaritas since the closure of La Iguana. Local weather experts attribute this seemingly large number to the sustained high temperatures Central New York has experienced due to the hot air from sophomore men who think that joining the Beta Theta Pi fraternity is “totally cool now.” Estimates of corn chip consumption have quadrupled as compared to this time last fall, which has led to a decrease in stolen salt shakers from on-campus dining locations. The future of this policy is unclear, but so is the memory of almost every 21-year old on a meal plan.
Interyear Black Market Exchange Thrives on Campus
HAMILTON, NY — If necessity is the mother of invention, then sobriety is the big daddy of unprecedented collaboration. This month Colgate’s campus has experienced a surplus in underground trade, as thirsty freshman exchange illicit goods with famished upperclassmen. Both armed with powerful identification cards, underclassmen offer their elders the bounty of their unlimited meal plans in exchange for blackout quantities of booze. We asked one of Colgate’s top economics majors -who couldn’t remember his full name after losing his Gatecard at the Jug a week ago but thought it was probably Tyler- who helped to shed some light on this dark corner of the Colgate economy. “So like there’s this pretty complicated economic theory called Supply and Demand. I don’t want to have to “mansplain” it to you but basically these little Garbage Pail Kids have access to all the breakfast sandwiches in the world, but all they want is enough Recipe 21 to marinate their organs. So the two exchange, and we call it comparative advantage.”
Most surprising is the imbalance of power between these two economic forces; with upperclassman being the more desperate partner within the trade. Marissa Bacardi, one of the major booze distributors explained: “we have at this point an exchange rate of one handle for a plate of chicken tendies. One plate, if they’re generous we might get a side of ketchup or get to hear what Cathy said about the weather. I’m lugging four bottles of Recipe 21 from my ToHo just to get through the day. Prostitution might’ve been easier but with all this booze those pre-pubescent fucks are getting more ass than a SoundCloud rapper.”
Measures have been taken by staff to diminish this flow of contraband, offering solutions like greater border security in the underclassmen dorms, higher surveillance in the Coop, and more powerful automatic weapons carried by kitchen staff. Many organizations on campus -having watched like half a season of Narcos- recognize the infectivity of oppressive law and order regimes on thriving illegal markets, and have taken alternative routes to help their desperate peers. The Junior Conservatives Club has founded TARE (Tendy Abuse Resistance Education) a program to help students find long term solutions to their calorie dense addictions. President Thad Thadderson elaborated, “we saw how well Nancy Reagan’s program worked. We figured it was the least we could do. I was one of them once, I would loiter around outside until I saw some kid with a copy of the Odyssey or Darwin and I’d offer them a whole rack just to sniff the inside of a smoothie cup.”
Stories like Thad’s offer us hope that one day this vicious cycle will end, that the rates of addiction will fall, that peace and prosperity will be restored, and the freshmen will have to buy a fucking fake like the rest of us.
How the High and Mighty have Fallen: An Exploration of On-Campus Addiction
HAMILTON, NY — As the first month of college for the freshmen of Colgate University draws to a close, a common anxiety befalls the dorms: the five grams of marijuana they had left in their mason jar or stolen tupperware container is swiftly depleting. As students continue to use the drug to ease their social anxieties, they must find a new source for their sticky green.
“What will I do to ease the tension of a Tinder hookup?” says member of the freshman class, Mary Kusch. “I only match with seniors, and they provoke anxiety.” Ms. Kusch later explains that her “constant” trips to The Jug, a local establishment, are “tiring,” and finds that “lighting up in the showers of Gate House” helps her to calm down after a long week of going out.
Ms. Kusch admits that she uses the drug marijuana as somewhat of a “crutch” to ease her social interactions, as she is having trouble transitioning into the party culture at the school. Soon, the mason jar full of dryer sheets, her pipe, and a lighter, will be absent of the “whacky tobacky” Mary has become so dependent on, and she is looking for what she calls a “plug.”
Mary is not alone in her search. In fact, sources say about 78% of the class of 2022 has no idea where to purchase marijuana in the small town of Hamilton. “It’s not New York,” says Kyle, Ms. Kusch’s classmate, “[a student] can’t just take a 40-minute train ride downtown to find a dealer.”
Many students we spoke with are resorting to urban connections such as these and the extensive package delivery service at Colgate to keep them in the green. Others, however, speak to the fact that “the line in the [O’Connor Campus Center] is too long for [them] to wait for packages.” They would much rather purchase their drugs the old-fashioned way: late night, with the hoods of their Ivy (or Baby Ivy) League sweatshirts up, in the far corner of a parking lot, sneakers tied tight in case they need to run from the authorities.
The search for a new plug is much like searching for a new doctor. Patient-doctor confidentiality is a given, as well as a mutual trust between the two. A good doctor would never give their patient the improper medicine, but this relationship takes time to build, and it’s anxiety-provoking for many students to attempt this task. Some have resorted to self-medicating with their current stores of reefer, which further diminishes their resources, exacerbating their need for a new plug.
The vicious cycle continues until the student is forced to grovel at every pregame, every Jug night, even in their extracurriculars, for a trace–an inkling of a plug. “Give it two more weeks,” contributes second-year Jane Keefner, “they’ll figure it out.” The optimism displayed by older students is only slightly reassuring to the freshmen, as they currently stare into the abyss: the thought of going a few days without getting high is terrifying–enough to warrant a few joints to “take their mind off it.”
Contradiction in Class Syllabus Causes Hole in Space-Time Continuum
HAMILTON, NY — On August 30th, the first meeting of the Physics 171 class, Matter and Other Things We Just Don’t Understand, was stopped short by a sudden break in the fabric of reality. Experts have traced its cause to a contradiction in the class’s syllabus, which contained two separate dates for the third exam. The difference of three days between them was paradoxical enough to break the binding energy of the universe, causing space and time to interweave in chaotic, fully unpredictable ways, eliminating the past, present, and future in one awesome stroke.
Rather than destroy all existing life, this blunder has eliminated the very concept of existence, essentially making it as though any life and creation had never transpired. In a single typo, the building of the Hoover Dam, the Battle of Waterloo, the Middle Ages, the reign of the pharaohs, and the dawn of man had been erased in an intergalactic event of profound nothingness.
“Shit was wild,” says one Colgate student, who was relaxing in the Lathrop lounge when the dimensionally transcendental anomaly ended reality, “This is why I’m majoring in humanities, I can’t deal with all of that, ‘The fabric of space-time is unweaving’ bullshit, you know?”
Earth’s people were not the only sentient beings who witnessed the end of the miracle that is self aware matter. Neighboring galaxy, Andromeda, agreed to do an interview. In response to this cosmic clusterfuck, their representative had this to say, “↱↲⇚⍇↭ ͒͑ , ⬅⬌⬍,〘〙〓〓】【⃠.”
Colgate, the epicenter of this intergalactic event, remains the last bubble of reality, floating in the multiplex of the n-dimensional space that once contained infinite parallel universes, a spatial temporal result of a history that has now never happened. The administration urges students to remain within campus so as not to remove the last traces of the set of physical laws and phenomena that now describe no existing universe.
At press time, a group of freshmen girls was seen heading for the Jug, saying, “There probably isn’t a line now.”
Water Fountain “Too Expensive” to Install in 113 Broad; at Least the Freshmen Look Cool in Their Free Colgate Bicentennial Sweaters
HAMILTON, NY — It seems that each new year, welcome swag for first years only gets better. For the class of ‘21, it was Colgate-themed Nalgenes, while for this years’ freshmen there are maroon knit sweaters with a vintage-looking “C” on them to commemorate the upcoming bicentennial celebration (find them at the bookstore if you’re ready to drop $75!).
Unfortunately for those ‘21ers living in the sophomore-only dorm 113 Broad, the Nalgenes have been rendered essentially useless; there are no bottle-filling options in the building. No, not really even tap. The sinks are too short to fit a whole bottle so water spills out the top, leaving your sink wet and bottle empty; much akin to the physical vs. mental fulfilment from last week’s DU hookup.
One thirsty sophomore complained about the anti-sust mindset surrounding the fountain debate. “I have to buy a 12 pack of water from P-chops once a week. I hate how much plastic I waste but the desperation to fill my body with fluids overpowers my lust for sust,” he claimed as he poured the contents of a disposable water bottle into his reusable one. Appearances are everything.
An Office of Sustainability intern also shared his thoughts: “we thought about using some of our funding to buy a fountain for 113 Broad, ” he continued hesitantly, “but then we would have to brag about the donation…” It goes semi-unsaid that even after renaming the dorm, Colgate hesitates to draw any unwarranted attention to the questionably shaped building.
Due to the complicated nature of one of the wealthiest colleges in the world buying an $80 water dispenser for an entire building, there are three obvious alternate solutions: 1) Make the sinks bigger. 2) Maybe don’t give a sweaters to one or two of the freshmen and use that money to buy a water cooler. 3) Save up some snow each year, melt it, then serve that to the residents of 113 Broad.
But on second thought, warm Keystone has some water content in it. So we’ll probably be alright.
John Jug Looking for Bartenders, Least Competitive Job In New York
HAMILTON, NY — Bartender needed, must be willing to work weekends and nights. Age is not important, so don’t include it on the application (what Johnny doesn’t know won’t hurt him). Must be proficient in pouring water into light drinks and holding conversation with budding alcoholics. Social media presence must SLAY the game. Actively promoting The Jug and Jug Dogs is crucial; nobody has lived to tell how great Jug Dogs are so it is your job to do so.
If considering applying, ask yourself these questions: Do I hate myself enough to serve alcohol to underage drinkers? Am I okay with pretending that everything is completely normal with this establishment? Am I strong enough to clean the double toilet bathroom? If you answered yes to any or all of these questions, keep reading. If not, keep reading anyways we’re really desperate at this point.
Unlike other jobs, we encourage you to spread crazy stories about what happens here at the Jug. Any publicity is good publicity, so feel free to “embellish” the less exciting nights. Blackout night at the Jug is every night and we will accept nothing less.
Pros of working at the Jug:
- Hanging out at John Jug’s lake house
- Consistent features on “Old Stone Jug” Snapchat story
- Free admission into the Jug during your shifts
- Drinking on the job
- You might find residue “floor-cocaine” while cleaning bathroom
Cons of working at the Jug:
- All of the above
- A salary so small that you can’t afford to buy yourself a drink
- Tips so rare that they should be treated like a national holiday
- Watching teenagers grind like it’s 1999
- Yakkers
Federal Task Force Finally Takes Down Local Coat Theft Ring
HAMILTON, NY — On Friday, a joint task force made up of officers from the Hamilton Police, New York State Police, and the Federal Bureau of Investigation carried out a raid on what they believed to be one of the largest theft rings on the eastern seaboard.
Operating out of popular local watering hole The Old Stone Jug, federal investigators allege that the ring has been responsible for the theft millions of dollars of personal property, primarily jackets, over the past decade and a half. Led by the shadowy figure known only as John Jug, the ring communicated over Snapchat. Phrases like “Come black-out at The Jug,” were signals to members that there were particularly high value items, like a Canada Goose or Patagonia jacket, that had been left on the coat rack. Once stolen, the items were stored in a secret apartment above the establishment, and potential buyers were made aware of available merchandise by phrases like “Jug Dogs available tonight.” One member of the ring interviewed by the Rag said that this made the perfect code, since even the drunkest freshman would never try to buy a hotdog from the Jug. Profits would then be laundered by a mysterious partner in Florida who Jug had previously identified as his daughter, but who members of the Colgate community were relieved to hear was not actually related to him.
Sophomore Harold Fitzpatrick told the Rag “Honestly I’m just glad to know that that chick from Snapchat is not actually his daughter; that shit was really creepy.” Arrests have been made, but federal investigators have announced that they have not finished their investigation, and they are pursuing alleged links between the ring and several Chinese Triads and a Belarusian human trafficking organization.
Passing of La Ig Mourned by Women Named Emily Everywhere
HAMILTON, NY — Earlier this month, La Iguana Mexican Restaurant, affectionately known as La Ig, closed its doors permanently. The Hamilton community is still reeling from the loss. Residents are left to ask: “Wait why? I thought they did good business?” and for others in the community to say: “I think it was like, a family thing?”
This loss is no doubt felt most strongly by Colgate’s most vulnerable community: white women named Emily. A safe space for them to order guac for the table and freely mispronounce Mexican dishes has been eliminated. Where will this displaced people go? A representative from Fresh 8 released the following statement when the news broke,
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to eat a sad excuse for Mexican food. We don’t serve margaritas, but if that’s what it takes for you to want to come here we can do that I guess.”
We reached out to Emily’s throughout the affected area. Emily C. remarked (NOT Emily H.) that she was incredibly distraught, as evident by her Snapchat story of some yuca fries and a blood orange frozen margarita with sugar captioned “RIP LA IG.” Emily T. shared her story of buying a La Ig t shirt in memoriam of the fallen titan that read “Machoman or Nachoman?” Sources close to Emily T. said it was “such an Em thing to do.” Emily S. also fondly recalled memories of getting completed wasted on margaritas while she wait two hours for her order of enchiladas suizas.
So what is an Emily to do? In the wake of this enormous tragedy, La Iguana has remained shockingly silent on the matter. We have contacted parties at La Iguana for comment to no avail. The Monthly Rag is calling publicly for La Iguana to come forward with an apology to Emily’s everywhere.