Call me a crotchety old geezer if you like, but this newest generation is too soft. Ever since this latest “climate change” fad hit the streets, freshmen aren’t wiping out on the icy sheen coating Low Steps anymore. You never see a Class of 2028 student rushing to their 10:10 and doing a comical cartoony wipeout, complete with LitHum notes and Cafe East boba flying everywhere. Back in my day, it was a rite of passage to skid down the stairs and slam face-first into Alma’s frosty backside at least once a semester. How are alumni supposed to look back on their years here with pride if they know that the newest generation isn’t also suffering through the bruised tailbones and cracked ribs that colored their halcyon days of youth? The coddling of this generation is a damn shame.
Opinion: Freshmen Don’t Get Humiliated By Slipping on Ice, Falling on Their Ass on Low Steps Like They Used To
by Sylvi Stein
