Not your average party invitation Thursday, Apr 29 2010 

Little 500 at IU is the nation’s most pumped up party week.  Interestingly enough, class is in session.  Real Hoosiers don’t skip class, they incorporate it into their celebration schedule.

A good friend of mine named Alec McNees decided to host a party in his classroom.

He created a Facebook event for his fellow statistics (E370) students to play the “Mary Beth Camp Little 5 Drinking Game,” from 1:25-2:15 on Wednesday at Ballentine Hall on campus.

Not only did the majority of the class raise their cups, but did many not even enrolled participate.

The rules posted on the Facebook event are as such:

“Since no one pays attention to Camp during E370 lecture anyways (except Carl), let’s make a drinking game out of it while trying to earn some quiz bowl points. Bring a mixed drink to class on Wednesday and we will drink every time Mary Beth:

-Raises her hand to get us quiet
-Says “gosh”
-Cuts someone off during their answer and shoots them down by saying “No…”
-Says your TA’s name

And most importantly…

-Everytime Carl answers a question. Follow up questions count too!

Let’s have fun but be careful not to get caught. Invite your friends too!”

The initiative was bold, however we can all agree that there is no better way of joining together as college students than by a quiet and harmless revolt.  We do it for Little 5 and we do it because we can.  Go team!


The Sample Gates are Timeless Sunday, Apr 11 2010 

Can you believe it is already April?  Maybe we should stop blinking in between the porch hangouts, the late nights spent with Herman, and the pre-game for the pre-gaming.  Just as months zoom by like weeks, IU alum, Vicki Budreau, is astonished at how her college experience feels like yesterday.  Imagine what it would have been like to walk through the Sample Gates of 1974.

It was the Bobby Knight era where basketball tickets were sold as a lottery system.  Budreau lived the 1976 NCAA championship where students were flipping over cars, throwing people into the water fountain, and parading the streets of Bloomington in celebration.

“It was the craziest thing I have ever been through, but it was fun,” said Budreau who resisted from being tossed into the fountain.

The very attractive and bright eyed IU alum with auburn hair lived with three girlfriends in what was then called, “Pigskin Apartments.”  She was on the gymnastics team, fashioned a Farah Fawcett hairdo, and studied Physical Education and Health.

Currently happily married, she laughed as I asked her to recall the IU dating scene.

Once a year, the Union featured a dating service which paired together students by their most compatible answers to a questionnaire.  She said everyone looked forward to participating.  Budreau and her girlfriend completed the, “favorite hobbies?” and, “outdoorsy preference?” questions and headed over to Foster dormitory to meet their matches.  Budreau turned around and ditched after she saw her name-tagged date flexing his muscles in the mirror while he waited.  Yikes!

She enjoyed living in the Northwest area near the stadium where weekend parties started around 8 p.m. with a cookout.  After grilling burgers and drinking beer with close friends and neighbors, she would bounce around to different house parties where everyone was welcome.

Campus was wet and the drinking age was 21.  To enter her favorite bar, The Regulator, known as, The Reg, she smudged her green Indiana license with eye shadow to instantly age two years.

Today, Budreau is still in contact with many of her friends from IU.  This includes her roommate at Reade dormitory during Freshman year.  Pressure from her 25 year old daughter has motivated her to sign up for Facebook where she “clicks” through researching old friends.

“We were living for the day,” said Budreau about the best part of college, “All we had to do was study and party.”

Whether it is 1974 or 2010, Bloomington is the ultimate environment for going to college.  The town is ours, and there is something to fulfill every person’s interest.

The same way I met Budreau as strangers sitting beside each other on an airplane is no different from IU’s friendly attitude.  For four years, we have the opportunity to learn and grow with the people around us before entering a world of expectations more serious than a bike race.  Once we are a part of a lifestyle without winter and spring breaks, we should be influenced by a great college experience.  For now, I hope that we are all trying our best and having as much fun as possible.

Guilty Admirations Tuesday, Apr 6 2010 

For unexplainable reasons, tall, dark and handsome has never cut it for me. I am not saying that I would turn Bradley Cooper away if he knocked on my door, but my desire is drawn to abnormally interesting characters and traits.

Maybe it is those little brown shorts, but UPS men drive me crazy. They are strong men delivering packages (make the jokes to yourself please) in a dangerous door-less truck. I will not be calling the Ghost Busters.

At home, my UPS guy, Greg, and I have a secret handshake. Instead of the rock, paper, scissor routine, we exchange gestures of sign, sealed and delivered into a high-five. Little does Greg know that I am obsessed with him and actually get butterflies when I see the enormous brown truck pull into the driveway.

Two words: Jack Nicholson. He is a wildcat on and off screen and protrudes a magnetic energy that you cannot help but gravitate toward. From playing an edgy free spirit in “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” to a ruthless head mobster in “The Departed,” I find him irresistible.

If a magic genie came to me right now permitting me one wish, it would be to spend
an afternoon playing mini golf with Mr. Nicholson. We would probably break all the course rules and putt-putt our way into thrills of laughter.

WANTED: Big blue ox named Babe. Once he is out of the way, Paul Bunyan will be all mine. If the rugged scruffy beard is not enough, he must torment me with the worn-out red flannel that he has been hacking trees in. After creating the Grand Canyon, he is the American version of Greek gods in mythology. Eat my flapjack heart out.

Irregular attractions aside, one’s knight in shining armor is another’s lumberjack in overalls. Basically beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Do not judge me for wanting Jack Nicholson in a brown UPS uniform knocking down redwoods.

I double-dog dare you to try something. Privately, list all of your guilty secrets when picturing your ideal partner. Not only will you crack yourself up, but you will see what you truly want.

Use my equation for an example. UPS men could mean that I want someone reliable that takes control of a situation. Also, being directionally savvy to make up for my blonde-guided and upside-down compass would not hurt.

Jack Nicholson is an outright character that ultimately sets the atmosphere for harmless trouble and adventure. If you can have fun playing something as lifeless as mini golf with someone, then possibilities are endless.

I admire the hard work ethic of Paul Bunyan. His ridiculous muscles and unbelievable skill are impressive. I want someone who can do things.

Even if your fantasies are about Alex Trebek of “Jeopardy” or Miss Piggy of “The Muppets,” you must come clean with yourself and face your inner passions. It is a matter of figuring out what you like before you can make a move.

I kind of pin myself as a girl that would like the traditional alpha male GQ model type, but I took Carly’s challenge and came up with a few eccentric qualities I find devastatingly handsome in the opposite sex that I altogether didn’t realize.

1. Gingers. Why are people always talking about a shock of red hair like it’s a bad thing? If the cutie next to me in class is a redhead, that is going to land him a plus-one in my book, not the other way around.

Take, for instance, Shaun White. He is the two-time Olympic gold medalist snowboarder I swoon over during the half pipe events nicknamed “The Flying Tomato,” and wouldn’t you know it, he has red hair. Another ginger that I bet you find sexy: Prince Harry. You cannot tell me that you would discount this guy if he struck up a conversation with you at Bear’s this weekend simply because of his hair color. Just Google him. He’s beautiful, and the hair definitely makes the man with this guy.

2. Nice guys. Here is another dying breed that is vastly undervalued. Whenever my girlfriends complain about the jerks in their lives and then make fun of the sweet guy who is always there I always want to grab them and yell, “DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND YOU ARE CREATING THE MORONS WHO THINK THEY NEED TO TREAT GIRLS BADLY TO WIN THEM?!” The nice guy: He will probably listen to the responses to the questions he poses, open the door for you on the way in to Starbucks and he won’t make you cry excessively.

Nice Boy, please don’t get discouraged and go the way of the asshole — it just doesn’t work for you, I promise. Stick to what you’re good at, because we all know you could never make a girl cry without shedding a few yourself.

Whew, there they are. A few things I didn’t altogether expect but hey, if you want to date the GQ model, you have to accept the fact that there is one of him and about a zillion girls who want him. But I bet that there is only one nice-guy Jack Nicholson-type with red hair and a lot of flannel who drives a big brown truck, and you are probably the only one who wants him — now those are some odds I could get down with.