Then + Now
Brown has found itself atop a lot of rankings lists, some more useful than others. BlogDH covers them all. We’re infamous for having once been the university with the happiest students (it was like 6 years ago, leave us alone!). And we’ve done it while being pretty smart and sexy, too.
None of those rankings, however, would ever deem us a spirited student body. That’s a University of Michigan or Duke or Alabama thing. Indeed, Brunonians often take an ironic sort of pride in their lack of school spirit. We ham it up for “Brown State” during Homecoming; we don’t even know the fake words to our fight song; most of us don’t have a clue what our football team’s record is, even in the rare year that we’re kind of good.
I believe Brown students’ lack of school spirit is a serious problem, and it’s making our campus less engaged, less united, and less safe.
And when I talk about school spirit, I’m talking about something that means so much more than supporting a university’s sports teams. This isn’t about how many people showed up for the night game against Harvard or how many different Brown sweaters you own. It isn’t about whether or not you’ve given to the Senior Gift Committee (though you should!). This is about how much stock each of us takes in the label “Brown Student.” Right now, that trait, just about the only thing that we have in common — except, perhaps, a love for Dave Binder — doesn’t matter as much as it should. From what I’ve seen in the past four years, the consequences of this undervaluing of what it means to go here have been dire. This campus is without question more divided than it was when I came here.
Today, students and alumni alike will make the seemingly transcontinental trek up Elmgrove Avenue — clearly a made up place — to watch our beloved Brown Bears take on the Harvard Winklevi in a rousing match of hand-egg (see below and take note).
At the tailgates, middle-aged men (and women! and phes!), sipping on their b-o-u-r-b-o-n, will be far drunker than is socially acceptable, and undergrads will leave behind an aluminum mess to rival that of the People’s Climate March. At game time, however, they will all pile into what is probably only the second biggest pure concrete structure on campus to watch some good ole’ fashioned American Football.
But what about that large-ish — seriously, the Scili puts everything in perspective — concrete structure we’re standing in during our beat-down of the Excellent Sheep from Cambridge? Brown Stadium, which no alum has paid to name after him/herself (yet), has an impressive history to it.
According to Encyclopedia Brunoniana, the stadium opened in its current location in 1925 and can actually fit up to 27,646 people. We were so excited about our new digs that in the stadium’s opening year, we decided everyone would have to come to us to play. We’re not lazy; we promise!
The hardest part of muploading is, without a doubt, choosing a proper title for your Facebook photo album. Naming it seems as important to our generation as naming your first child. You know your title is something everyone will inevitably stumble across during their daily Facebook trolling. While you will never be judged upon your album name nearly as harshly as you will be by the blurry reminders of last weekend’s events that it contains, you can’t deny that an ample amount of thought goes into its christening.
You can take your title in a multitude of directions. Some name albums like a Nicholas Sparks book of nostalgic college memories, which usually just makes other people uncomfortable. How deep can a collection of iPhone photos, all showing the same ten people sitting on the floor of a dorm room and holding red cups be? Others give a total of zero fucks and go wild with the nomenclature–preaching school spirit, spitting puns, and tryna turn up as much as one possibly can on Facebook. Ultimately, the many traps of album naming the average college student falls into can be categorized neatly.
Together, the writers of BlogDH collected the best examples we found from our Facebook friends around the country —actually, around the world — to break down this millennial art for you. Read our epic catalogue after the jump:
If you’re someone who watches the Super Bowl for the commercials, loses friends over the Marvel vs. DC debate, and saw High School Musical On Ice during sophomore year eighth grade, swing by the Meehan Ice Rink after the men’s hockey game for the Brown Band’s Superhero Ice Show.
Like, right now.
It’s everything you know and love about the band — scrambling, suggestive formations and tubas — but ON ICE! Why? Because everything is better on ice: from Disney movies to scotch.
If you miss it, there’s another ice show February 17 (the same night as IvyQ, making that weekend the biggest rainbow snow cone ever), but you’re still a horrible person without school spirit.
Jonathan Bateman / Herald file photo
The day has finally arrived — the day when a significant portion of Brown students will pretend to care passionately about football.
This evening Brown takes on Harvard in the first night game in Brown Stadium history.
Preparation is key. Many groups, including Brown nation and the frats, will be providing refreshments in the fields and parking lots around the OMAC, starting as early as 2:30. Take a minute to review the lyrics to “Ever True to Brown,” the fight song.
And most importantly of all, look for BlogDailyHerald’s exclusive live coverage of the game this evening.
Brown’s football team has placed third in a poll of reporters who frequently cover Ivy League football meant to predict the standings for this fall season. Brown received no first place votes.
Harvard is predicted to win the championship, followed in the rankings by defending champion UPenn.
Harvard’s coach is ready to take the championship again. Are we gonna let them sail to victory (or tie) again?!?
A lot of Brown students may not care a lot about sports, but we can’t share victory with Harvard (or Penn, for that matter)!
Go Bears! or something…