The Spectrum

Issue date: 1/25/07 Section: He Said/She Said

Dana Disaster

When you first come to Sacred Heart, there's a sense of relief that every freshman experiences. You're glad your parents are away, once you're done with your eight a.m. you can go back to sleep, and attending classes in hello kitty pajama pants isn't out of the question.

Sophomore year rolls around, and you still really don't have all that much to worry about, besides classes. You and all of your friends still live on campus and can stumble back to each other's places when you finally get home very early in the morning. Also, public safety can drop you off if it's too late, or too drunk.

But once Junior year arrives and you finally have to drive to campus, that's when Sacred Heart University becomes a whole new experience.

I have to believe that the number one complaint from students on this campus is parking.

I wouldn't dare to attempt getting a parking spot in any of our lots from the hours of 11:30am to about 2:00pm. It's just impossible. If you're lucky, you can be all creep like and follow someone to their spot in the depths of north lot. And if you don't have a car, then you must shuttle it.

Waiting outside of Taft while high schoolers are just getting out at the lovely Bridgeport Central High isn't exactly ideal. Always wondering if you're going to make the shuttle or if you missed it, is a thought that crosses many SHU students minds throughout the day.

One thing that certainly concerns me is, not drinking among students, not FLIK mashed potatoes, but no other than promiscuity. Earlier today I mistakenly received an email with the subject line of "penthouse party."

Students all over this campus like to refer to themselves as playboy bunnies or penthouse wenches, and then throw themed parties or dress up like them and go to bars.

One time I was lucky enough to be sitting in the Mahogany room while someone was publicly on their Nextel mobile "bleeps" asking some dude if he "taped her doing anything bad" the night before.

Is it me, or are students at Sacred Heart just too vocal about who saw them naked the night before?

I feel like this is a topic that should remain only amongst close friends and our shrinks. Everywhere I turn, girls going on about the night before with that guy who danced to some ridiculous Fergie song with them.

As students, we are entitled to our beefs and concerns about this school. Whether it's the horrible indie music that the radio station plays, the limited internet access in HC 218, or the frigid temperatures that we experience in every classroom, tell someone. Tell someone.

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