Sheesh these things were long. Small wonder - we were in freakin' New England. It didn't take us long to realize that Ivy League schools weren't in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. More like Boston, New Hampshire, and upstate New York. So we got creative.
It wasn't a stretch to realize that sex, drugs, and Rock 'n Roll could ease the long winters. Fighting some wretched blizzard to get to the John Hay library to finish the research on that Psych final could use all the controlled substance fortification you could muster.
So it came as no surprise that we tired of the standard annual photo of the fraternity membership. Realizing we had a moat handy, things deteriorated rapidly.
The moat was quite functional. In addition to being the repository for bathroom fixtures tossed out the window (see previous entry), it also held every bottle of beer tossed out your window after being consumed during the weekend, and protected us from evildoers attempting to breach our sacred halls. On the down side, it really wasn't much help to scantily-clad females trying to make an escape when the dorm police were pounding on your door demanding to know if there were any undocumented females within.
But it DID make for a hell of an annual photo, even if Bear was late and merely stuck his head out the first floor window.
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