
SGA Presidents Doing a Shockingly Good Job of Pretending They Like Each Other
HAMILTON, NY — With school and all of its meaningless politics back in session, many members of the Colgate community were concerned about SGA’s combined executive government, the one with two presidents and two vice presidents who fucking went at each other’s throats during the spring election.
“Yeah, I was pretty worried that I would be showing up to all the SGA-sponsored events I build my social life around, like the Midnight Movies and Fall Fest, and they’d be there just like, not talking to each other making it awkward for everyone else,” sophomore Annie Oakland said, “I just already have divorced parents I don’t need it at my SGA-sponsored Tail ‘Gates, too.”
Luckily for the student body, both presidents and vice presidents are putting on a brave face for the kids. The Rag has received reports from students, faculty, staff, and even their own cabinet, that the executive team is doing, “a really wonderful job of hiding the fact that they fucking hate each other’s guts.”
This is a welcome shock to the community, considering no one thought they could come back from the drama of the spring. “I mean, he tried to get her fucking expelled. And how could you forget the Facebook livestream?! Unreal, yeah, I really didn’t think they could do it,” junior Rob Bronson told the Rag.
Even President Brian Casey didn’t think the four execs could overcome the red hot blood lust they had for each other in the spring. “At the end of the day, though, they put first what really matters: making sure every Colgate student’s experience with SGA is fun, welcoming, sober, and that there is full transparency at all times. I’m just thankful they could do it for the kids,” Casey said. “I mean it’s also sweet for me that no one wanted to follow through on any of the threats or allegations, made my life waaaaay easier.”
While most community members are relieved, we at the Rag are slightly disappointed, if we’re being honest. Sure, screaming matches in Batza Room study breaks wouldn’t be great, but think about it: we could’ve had TWO Franksgivings!
Fraternities Already Fighting Over Freshman Dick
HAMILTON, NY — Every school year brings a new crop of fresh-faced, doe-eyed, impressionable first-years, and this year is no different. What is truly special about freshman year is how everyone comes in with a fresh slate. That being said, every decision made now will truly impact your academic career and—more importantly—your social standing. It is the dopeness of the jersey worn to Freshman Night at the Jug that separates the try-hard from the frat star in waiting. It is evenings spent studying instead of trying to sneak into frats that separates the glue from the glitter. It is the hours spent hungover in an 8:30 a.m. Economics class instead of still passed out in a dorm in Drake, missing yet another Middle Eastern Studies class, that separates the Colgate Ideal from just another college freshman. Every year there is that one freshman that sets themselves apart, the one that quickly becomes a Barstool Colgate staple, with potential to move up to the majors: Barstool Sports. The first-year that everyone wants—everyone has to have. With 2019’s fall pledge class already in the books, fraternities are looking amongst the new faces of Colgate’s 2023 class to fill next year’s pledge class.
“God, when I first saw Dick [Wolfe], it was special. It was Fraturday, September 7, 2:37 p.m. He was just so beautiful, standing there in the Swamp’s backyard, Natty in one hand, red cup in the other. He had on this jersey, this Bronny James jersey, when I saw him. He looked up and our eyes met from across the yard, and I just knew. I just knew—this dude was going to be mine. This dude was gonna be a brother,” said Delta Upsilon President John Munche, eyes glazed over in fraternal no-homo lust.
The magnetism witnessed by Munche was quickly discovered by other members of Greek life on campus. Wolfe’s raw charisma and dope jerseys has created a fervor among the fraternities.
“That guy is fucking sick! He can shotgun a beer, from sharktooth to last chug, in, like, sub-0.5 seconds!” said Phi Delt President Ice Tea.
“We don’t just want him, we need him! You can see it in his eyes, he wants to say yes! The only reason he’s talking to all those fraternities is to make us jealous! Last Fraturday, [September 21], he ditched his parents at the Eatery come [to Beta]! He took their fucking G-Wagon and just rolled up; told them he had to go to the bathroom and just never came back!” said Beta President Elliot Stablere.
The fervor isn’t limited to the fraternities; other campus organizations have taken notice of the freshman, as well.
“We just know if we get him, [President Brian] Casey will have no choice but to finally recognize us as an official fraternity,” said BDS President Donald Cragene.
Rare Campo Deer Culling Ritual
HAMILTON, NY — This past week an anonymous witness informed The Rag of the rarely-seen Campo deer-culling ceremony that took place on Oak Drive. As many students know, the Colgate Environmental Studies program participates in deer-culling excursions during the fall, killing deer in order to control the local population.
“It’s my favorite part of being an ENST major,” senior Ivanna Khil said, “I knew from my first cull that this is something I cared deeply about.” Students and professors alike can be seen from September to November up the hill in traditional “Yosemite Sam” attire running around looking for deer to ‘save’ from winter’s starvation.
While the ENST culling ceremonies are a common practice, the Campo ceremonies are rare and thrilling. Rather than using the traditional methods such as bows, traps and guns, Campo uses their sports utility vehicles to do the deed. “I was there,” says our source, “I saw the campo car drive about 45 miles an hour straight into a deer at like 1 am. I was pretty fucked at that point, but I know what I saw. It was the Campo deer-culling ceremony. The sight of it sobered me immediately.” The officer then proceeded to lay the animal down for its final ascent to salvation. He dragged the mangled carcass off of Oak Drive and onto the rugby field under the light of the moon and began to chant. Unfortunately, our source was then seen by the Campo officer, and the student was unable to witness the end of the ritual. Any further information or observations about the Campo culling ceremonies are welcomed and highly encouraged by The Rag.
For Parents: Decoding Your Child’s Venmo
HAMILTON, NY — In the age of technology, it has become increasingly difficult to keep up with the suspicious activities of teens. That’s why we here at The Monthly Rag published our extensive findings on the teen texting language after countless investigations and years of research into shorthand slang, finally getting to the real meaning of commonly used phrases such as “LOL” and “SMH.” After all the positive feedback we received from local parents, we decided to take on the next biggest threat to your child’s mental well being: Venmo. Though it may not be as damaging to your child’s mental health as Instagram or as dangerous as Snapchat’s “Snap Maps”, it has transformed from a seemingly harmless instant money transfer app into a hub for drug deals and other illicit activity. Is your child engaging in illegal activity? No more need to flip through their diary: the answers lie in their Venmo charge descriptions.
At first, a cursory glance at your teens’ Venmo charges might appear normal, with descriptions like “Uber Ride” or “Chipotle.” While these words might appear inconspicuous, they have the potential to belie something nefarious like the purchasing of drugs, alcohol and other illicit experiences. Your child’s choice of emojis holds all the information you need to get to the bottom of their life. Some of the more obvious ones include any type of drink emoji, whether that be clinking champagne glasses (golden showers) or the baby bottle full of milk (they are probably paying to “take care of” a pregnancy). Our studies show that 99% of nature-related emojis are used to represent the black market pet trade. Another common mistake is the use of the ski slope emoji. I hate to break it to my fellow parents out there, but little Tommy is probably not hitting the ski slopes again this weekend, as he is too busy taking a sweet, sweet snort of cocaine. Other common codes are: the crescent moon emoji, signifying the joining of a cult; the gas emoji, signifying a donation to Iraqi civilians displaced by the United States invasion of Iraq; a smiley face, signifying the payment for a “happy ending” at a local massage parlor. A Venmo charge containing two or more emojis strung next to each other, no matter how random they might seem, definitely means that your little angel is mainlining low-grade heroin.
Stay safe out there parents, and keep refreshing that Venmo home screen, you never know what your child could be up to. Stay tuned for next week’s edition of Parent Patrol where we will be exploring how your child’s bitmoji could be destroying their chances of getting into any college (even state schools!).
Tau Favors Sobriety Over Fraturday in Shocking Discovery
HAMILTON, NY — The brothers of the Phi Kappa Tau fraternity are focused these days on getting to know one another. They can be heard blasting Kendrick Lamar at 3:00 pm on a Tuesday afternoon, or seen on virtually any Saturday occupying their porch, turning away any non-brother they see. The question remains: why is Tau so against visitors? The Monthly Rag did some digging to find out. Disguised as a case of Recipe 21, our reporter Susan Stanne infiltrated the Tau house on a given Fraturday, while they were “at capacity.”
Stanne reports that in the Tau house, the brothers were inside playing video games and talking about their days. She was absolutely stunned.
“Okay, I admit it,” says Tau junior, Joey Nemo, “sometimes we just don’t want to party. That’s why we can’t let people in. We have to make it look like we’re having a fraturday, but we’re really just chillin’. Gotta make time for the brothers.”
While the warmth of brotherhood heats the Tau house, there are freshmen girls outside shivering and trying to break in through the back door.
“We loooovve Tau, yeah,” says freshman Mel Converse, “yeah, my older sister who is a junior says that Tau is the best. I’ve never personally gotten in, but I love Tau.”
It turns out that if you have a porch presence, people will think you are hosting a party, especially if you advertise it as an open fraturday. This allows the brothers of Tau to maintain the illusion that they are hosting, while in reality they’re either sober, two beers in, or a little high.
Our survey reports that of the 100 people walking on Broad Street last Saturday, 75 of them tried to get into Tau at least once and were all denied.
Other fraternities on campus, especially Beta are rejoicing. With their strategic placement right next to Tau, those who were “Nah, Broh”‘d away from the Tau porch were able to saunter over to the welcoming Beta.
Beta President, Joshua Hinkle commented on their reasoning: “If we let everyone in, and Tau lets no one in, people might come here again, right?” We’ll see Joshua. The elusive nature of Tau is attractive to the young freshman.
Rag Special Report: No One Likes a Chobe
HAMILTON, NY — Classes are back in session, and students are buzzing with talk about the newest addition to campus — the Chobani Café. Strapped for cash after overdoing Bicentennial celebrations and rebranding, President Casey and university leaders wanted to continue the trend of surface-level facelifts to make quick buck. “We took a lot of inspiration from HGTV,” the Board of Trustees wrote in a letter to the Rag. “Honestly, [we] knew we could slap a brand name on something that already existed, add a few more square feet and make some of our money back pretty easily.” Chobani was an easy choice for the administration, as all it required was scaling up the Chobani bar in the Coop, and remodeling the Lib Café after one that already existed in Soho. “It was too easy,” Casey said.
Colgate Dining Services has noticed that the new café already has an endearing nickname from the students, “The Chobe,” or occasionally, “The Chode.” Despite the cute nickname, many students are not pleased with the changes. Junior Anita Swype weighed in on the situation. “Yeah, honestly, fuck the Chobe. Like what’s up with the fact that they literally only serve yogurt? All I want is coffee and maybe some cookies or a pastry swiped for me by underclassmen,” Swype said.
Going undercover, members of the Rag staff confirmed Swype’s claim. Every single item on the menu at the Chobani Cafe contains some form of yogurt. Cream cheese? Nope, it’s greek yogurt. Salad dressing? Yogurt-based. Baked goods? Made with yogurt. Water? Yogurt-infused. Following the investigation, the Rag reported one major conclusion: if you’re lactose intolerant, avoid the Chobe at all costs. If you’re vegan, just take deep breaths until you can trick your stomach into feeling like you’ve eaten.
In a recent poll of the student body, disapproval of the new café hit numbers higher than Dean McLoughlin in his first semester. 98% of students reported feeling “fucking pissed” about the new limited swipes program, 83% responded “what the fuck” to the menu prices, and 87% reported the weirdly-shaped bagels making them “uncomfortable and confused about how to eat it.” Perhaps the most significant statistic to come out of
the survey is the 93% increase in yogurt-related flatulence in the library. Librarians have also commented on the distinct scent that has come to intermingle with the usual smell of aging paper and anxiety sweat.
The Rag reached out to students for more qualitative input on the matter. “I’m actually, like, so furious”, Kappa Senior Sarah Rich said, “they got rid of all the coffee options except, like, two, and Dunkin’ is such a far drive from the lib. How am I gonna get anything done? Totally sickening.” Junior Dirks Encaicos told the Rag he was mainly just confused why Chobani seemed so content with mediocrity. “I mean, they get so mad when we critique something that’s clearly not working, when all we really want is for them to have more cheap coffee options and to bring back the chocolate chip cookies,” Encaicos said.
If one positive were to come out of these changes, it is certainly the unification of the students and the faculty, who almost never agree on anything. After the survey was also sent out to the faculty, students and professors shockingly both polled 100% for “it’s shit.”
Depressed, Stressed, but Always Well-Dressed
Alright, gather round kids, ‘cause this is a fun one! We all know and love April as the most depressing month of the school year. Nothing quite like having five papers and two presentations due in the same week, just to add a little spice to the emotional breakdowns you’ve been having with the realization that you’ve got no job and all your friends are about to abandon you. You’re sentimental and sleep deprived, and not in a good way! Which is why it’s time for––wait for it–– FOOOORRRMAAALL. That’s right, Colgate, you’re gonna get dressed all fancy and booze real hard, and snapchat it all while pretending you’re not on the verge of an emotional breakdown. Cute.
Supplies:
- (1) Handle of Grey Goose
- (0) no chaser
- Open Bar at the Corral
Rules:
- Player with the most points at the end of the night wins
- SPEED ROUND: Kill the handle with your date before the buses leave (that’s in, like, 20 minutes) (+10 points)
- Take pictures without crying (+2 points)
Student Spotlight: The Beta Shitter
HAMILTON, NY — Growing up in Scarsdale, New York in Westchester County, the Beta Shitter came from a lower upper class family. While growing up, BS often struggled with feelings of inadequacy.
“Do you know what it’s like to grow up with only two yachts in Westchester? I was bullied, harassed, embarrassed almost daily. Kids would steal my ascot, pull my lapels, hide my cufflinks, step on my Sperry’s. It was horrifying! You don’t fucking know the pain I’ve endured,” BS said.
Since he was a young kid, BS dreamed the American Dream, or FBGM—”Fuck Bitches, Get Money.”
“Dude, I fucking knew I was gonna get tons of puss when I came here. These girls are LOOSE man! Anyway, now that I’ve declared my major I’ve really had to scale back on the punnany. Econ man, shit takes time,” BS said wistfully.
While BS always had the FBGM dream, he didn’t expect that he would become a campus hero.
“Campus legend, bitch! Let’s put this straight, I’m a campus LEGEND! God, it was fucking hilarious to shit on those pricks’ porch. I wish I could’ve seen their faces… Man, time really flies,” BS reminisced.
When asked about his opinion on the so-called “copycat” from this year, BS bristled.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Copycat?! Copycat?! The guy from Curtis or Drake or wherever the hell wasn’t making a statement. He wasn’t squatting in solidarity with his sisters. No—that dick was drunk and pooped in an innocent person’s dorm. That’s some Beta shit right there. Man, it gets me heated whenever they try to compare me to him. People think I just took a shit on a porch. They don’t understand the dedication that it took. The clarity of mind. The goddamn artistry,” BS said.
When asked if he has any more statements on the horizon, BS was reluctant to share any specifics.
“Man, you’ll just have to wait and see. I’ve got some ideas, but you’ll just have to wait and see,” BS said.
Local Student Publication Struggling Amidst Finals Week
HAMILTON, NY — As the 2018-2019 school year is coming to a close, it should be no surprise that everyone is, to quote an unnamed student in the stressful cesspool of emotion and rage that is Case Library, “fucking FUCKED. FUCKING BIG FUCKING FUCKED BIG FUCKING TIME. FUCK.” We here at the Rag would like to emphasize this mysterious student’s (rather loud and abrasive) statements: we are fuuuuuucked.
Not as in “we, the student body,” but as in “we, The Monthly Rag.” We’re the “Local Student Publication,” as if it were a surprise to anyone; we’re not exactly subtle. As of time of writing, we have received a total of thirty-three death threats (each stylized a la the Saw franchise), six cease-and-desist requests, and one of our editors–one Jared 🅱️osen–is literally on fire. He has been for about four days. We don’t know what this says about his pain tolerance or his awareness of his surroundings, but we do know it’s probably not healthy.
All of this struggle comes with an additional problem that we here at The Rag believe plagues a majority of clubs on campus: student extracurricular participation is at an all-time low due to the stress of finals. The club leader of the “Completely-Real-and-Not-Made-Up Club, A. Human, had the following to say about the matter:
“There was once a point where we had a solid core group of people really interested in what our club represents, but now, our meetings our lucky to pull more than three people. It’s incredibly disheartening to see students pulled away from their interests to combat the incredible grade-deflation that Colgate is known to have.”
When pressed about the concept of grade deflation, an unnamed member of the Colgate administration scoffed and said, “Fuck them kids, bro! Look around bro; look at life! You see these trees, man? You see this water? Come on, man; you got so much more to appreciate, man.” While these comments were initially confusing, further investigation revealed that a majority of the administrative body had turned to listening to upbeat 2017 pop-rap in efforts to improve communication with the student body. Thus far, results have been positive–albeit you can only go up from rock-bottom.