We wandered the campus of Walla Walla's Whitman College campus, our alma mater, this weekend.
We visited old professors, found our old dorm room, and then applied some blackface and attended a campus party, where other guests treated us like an outcast. It turns out that following recent events, that sort of behavior is now frowned upon.
The entire student of body didn't go to class last Thursday, instead all students and faculty without access to a car attended a day long diversity symposium.
Now why would a bunch of liberal kids need such an event when they already know that they aren't racists? Well, it all started when some students scheduled a Survivor party. Two partygoers decided to dress as aboriginals, so they lathered up their body with dark paint and headed off to the event.
Two weeks later photos of the students were seen online and, as it usually does, all hell broke loose on the campus listserv. School administrators scheduled a three-hour Friday afternoon discussion forum to kibbutz about the incident. However realizing that on Friday afternoon college kids would rather be doing, well, anything else, some demanded that more be done. So a day-long symposium was scheduled for Thursday.
The story was picked up by the AP, which turned it from a local blurb to a full on international story. Come on, aren't there other stories out there to cover?
The most embarrassing part of this story is of course that someone threw a Survivor party. Honestly, there should be a day where that is discussed.
We understand why there would be anger over what happened. However kids, just wait until you graduate and then you will realize what true outrage is all about.
You think the poor judgment of two twenty-year-olds makes you angry enough to get the college to completely overreact, just wait until you are late to work and the guy in front of you is going 20 mph in the passing lane, or until you're behind on the quarterly projections so you come in early to catch up and your boss makes you train a new employee all morning. That is when it is right to totally lose your mind.
We remember college as a simpler place where new freedoms were enjoyed, ideas were exchanged and girls spent time at parties doing everything in their power not to make eye contact with us.
Good times, times that should be enjoyed. You have your life to freak out, for now, just enjoy that you have never seen a water bill in your life.

Weekly Around the -Ists


Average SAT score of Whitman freshman: 1340
Average amount of common sense: low to none
In my days, they just had "White Trash Parties" (that I wasn't invited to).
Oh, and Dave, I seem to remember quite a few girls trying to make eye contact with you.