As a recent graduate of this fine institution, I thought my bullshitting days were over.
Long gone were overpriced, mediocre food options, incompetent staff & peers, and
a bureaucracy so deep and wretched, it reminded some of the current career or uterine tract of Miley Cyrus. I could finally be at peace…until the first hour after graduation when I received an email asking for money so I could be part of the “Presidents’ Club” and you know what, that’s a low hanging sack of bullshit. Hell, it’s horseshit.
You think after acquiring four years of debt which will no doubt lead me to sell plasma, a kidney, and my left nut before the age of 26, I want to give you more of my fucking money? Hell, take some out of my parking ticket fund, which at the time of my graduation was able to fund a full semester’s tuition. Do you really think I want to be a part of your candy-ass, elitist, brown-nosing, scone-eating motherfucking club? Fuck no.
I mean, I like scones as much as the next guy, but not with assholes like you. I’ve seen you walk around with your President’s Club stickers and attend all your free bullshit and I don’t want any part of that tom-fuckery. Why do you even need a title to it, Presidents’ Club? I know roughly 75% of Colgate’s campus has a dream to be a rich asshole like their Pa, but come on, that’s the best you motherfuckers could come up with? Not the “Suck My Koch Society” or “Shit the Proletariat Says.” I mean jeez, at least be creative with your thievery of money to spend on bullshit events. I gave enough to this school, at least give some fucking time to pick up the sad sack of shit that is my bank account from the methadone clinic and take it to a Malibu rehab facility. $100 may not be a lot to you, but fuck, that’s 20 meals from Chipotle if I split it right. Asking recent grads for money to become part of some half-assed “special” club is bullshit.