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Top Ten Party Schools 2009
Harvard may have finally taken over the top spot in the National University Rankings from Princeton, but neither even make the top 10 as far as partying is concerned. The Princeton Review just released it’s 2009 lists including the best party schools. They are:
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- University of Florida, Gainesville, FL
- University of Mississippi, University, MS
- Pennsylvania State, University Park, PA
- West Virginia University, Morgantown, WV
- Ohio University, Athens, IL
- Randolph-Macon College, Ashland, VA
- University of Georgia, Athens, GA
- University of Texas at Austin
- University of California, Santa Barbara
- Florida State University, Tallahassee FL
And, for a more specific, party of the year type listing, check out RADAR’s list HERE.
A Brainy Brooklynite And His Plethora Of Fat Envelopes
In this day and age, it”s often a thrilling surprise for even the most brilliant high school students to receive a fat envelope (a.k.a. acceptance letter) from their top choice college. But this year, New Utrecht High School valedictorian Lukasz Zbylut received one not only from his top choice (Harvard), but from 17 other prestigious colleges. The schools that accepted Zbylut include Ivies Yale, Dartmouth, and Columbia–in spite their falling acceptance rates over the past few years. It”s probably not surprising that Zbylut lead the model U.N., the debate team, the school newspaper and various other organizations during his four years at New Utrecht. And while it may be easy to make fun of Zbylut for being, um, a nerd, we all know that he”s going to save the world someday.
[Image via NY Post]
Dorrian’s Summer Tuesday Nights KARAOKE!!
Dorrian”s uptown is back in business, meaning the prepsters don”t have to venture all the way down to Bar Martignetti”s on week nights to mingle amongst themselves. Tuesday nights are their growing-in-popularity karaoke nights. We hear tonight is going to be especially fun as it”s Ali Scott-Brown”s big bday party! Sing your hearts out kids!
More photos below:
Tigers Descend Upon Tigertown, Hear Them Roar!
Princeton Reunions bring a lot of old preppy dudes and some gals into Princeton for the annual alumni weekend of tents, picnics, banter, beer, beer, and more beer.
Our spy on the scene out in Jersey caught a couple of guys who have already started the celebrating in style. HOT!
Princeton Reunions Almost HERE!
Yep, it”s that time of year again…time to get out your fighting tiger gear, and head across the river for some beers, lawn parties, and PJ”s pancakes.
It”s Princeton Reunion time this weekend.
And, while you”re there, if you manage to stay sober enough to actually enjoy some of the sites this town has to offer, might I suggest checking out the following:
Lonely NYU Student Is Virtually Brilliant
[Image via Boing Boing]
Those wacky urban college kids with their energy drinks and mumblecore and new-fangled mePods. It”s enough to make any twenty-something yearn for the simple pleasures of mopey, fumbling dorm room spooning. The solution is upon us: Virtual Girlfriend. Now with less backtalk and more silent disdain for your Wii compulsion!
The Timekeeper of Washington Square Park
Most of you likely don’t often go through Washington Square Park during the week days. If you do you may have heard, as you huffed past meandering clumps of coeds, a gruff voice bellowing “Three minutes to class.” You may have seen a craggy, somewhat shrunken older man standing in the middle of University Place, briskly directing traffic. His name is John, and he is our Timekeeper. From Monday through Friday, John bellows out the time to passing students (he has two watches). He also chastises speeding cars, halting them when possible, so that oblivious students (i.e. us) don’t get hit. John does all of this for free; it makes him happy, he says. Still, we were delighted to find that two Tischies, Forrest McClain and Andrew Yip, had acknowledged John’s services in a short biopic. It’s entitled, appropriately, Timekeeper.
The Downward Spiral: Weekend(ish) Edition
Of all the glorious facets that make up my Violet life, the one that garners the second most envy points is the three day weekend. C’est vrai, we don’t have Friday classes, and, as long as we stray away from those pesky chem labs and enormous, recitation-requiring lectures, we never will. Come Thursday at 3:15, our work week is over, but before you too get all green-eyed, we’d like to say that three successive responsibility-free nights come with varyingly heavy prices. We youngsters have yet to master the art of social drinking; imbibing is still a means, and the end is often ugly. Thursday night all is roses –double shots of Georgi all round! Friday night we’ve gotten over our a.m. declaration of abstinence, but did somebody bring the chasers? And Saturday night…Saturday night just hurts. More »
APrivateClub.com
Well it’s been over 5 months since the inception of “APrivateClub.com“…I really have to admit I had no idea what this was and will be honest, I wasn’t that anxious in joining. Social networks are a really great way to stay connected and informed, they are also capable of making you feel like a brainwashed, over-dependent monkey. Last night, I decided to have a little “disconnected” time from my computer, but right before doing so, I joined APrivateClub and took a look around. For what it’s worth (little) here are my two cents:
First off, the description (direct from the website):
“APrivateClub.com is an interactive social and cultural guide to New York City. Invited members are able to access selected events, art exhibits, fashion, films, books and restaurants.
Aging Up
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A Violet nightlife bares little resemblance to the typical college student’s. Sure, there are smatterings of apartment parties, but for the most part, we’d rather leave the pouring to the professionals. For more than half us, this requires breaking at least two laws, one of which carries a hefty punishment. The number of establishments that don’t i.d. is a ever-dwindling one, though there is a liquor store down our street that wouldn’t card a brace-faced tween. Those who don’t want to spend every evening swigging Georgi with our roommate’s Wentworth Miller posters have little choice but to muddle with our identity. Good fakes, ones that scan, are hard to come by, but getting caught with a real one almost guarantees a court-filled future.
Unless you have a nearly identical older sibling or friend, you’re better off changing your b-day and finding bars whose bouncers, if they have them, are willing to exercise their imaginations. Sometimes you’ll hit pay dirt, more often you’ll be fending off the leers of the lecherous elderly, or spittle-flecked shot offers from just-released Goldman Sachers. The trash with cash tend to go the promoter route –three tables at Libation? Free bottles? Can the well-gelled thirty-somethings pour them straight into our hyper-glossed mouth? Our expat semester tricked us into thinking we were adults; the bouncers at Mansion made it clear we are not, yet. Fine, my underarmored musclemen, never again shall we lurk among the sunless-tanned stretch-satined hordes. Not even when we can.
In The Service Of All Nations (But Your Own)
Did high school leave a bad taste in your mouth? Is your transcript bedecked with A’s, 800’s, and 5’s, and your resume flecked with humanitarian aid? Something delightful your way comes… Princeton University has concocted a plan in which 10% of its incoming freshmeat will be spend a “bridge year” in disadvantaged nations to do social work. According to the University website, the aim of the program is to make Princeton “especially attractive to, and welcoming of, students who care about public service in an international context,” though evidently not a national one. Katrina who? The USA is nothing but soy milk and organic honey, y’all.
Princeton President Shirley Tilghman hopes that dirtying our Tiffany-ed hands, will “cleanse the palate of high school.” No mention was made as to who the little Mother Teresa’s would be, nor whether the choice will be voluntary. The U hopes the wee best and brightest will still be diamonds in the remote rough. At least the drinks will be cheap.
[Princeton.edu]
[New York Times]
[Image Source: gasolinealley.com]
One Night In (Paris) Boston
[Image Courtesty of The Harvard Crimson]
On Wednesday Night, the Harvard Lampoon, a semi-secret humor society (of which Conan O’Brien was a member), did indeed confer their “Harvard Lampoon’s Woman of the Year Award” on Paris Hilton. Paris made an appearance at the Boston nightclub Rumor at 1am, where the Lampooners and other fellow Harvard students were partying away.
At one point Paris addressed the crowd from the dj booth saying “I’m from L.A., but people party harder here than in Los Angeles, according to the Harvard Crimson. What Paris meant to say was, I’m from New York but I live in L.A., etc. But that is precisely why we love Paris and why she was winning this award in the first place.
