One of The Most Disgusting Weekend of My Life

“Little children comprehend wisdom, and unwise men pursue wisdom.”
­­---Proverbs 8:5
 
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Princeton University is famous for their annual class reunions. Shortly before graduation every year over fifty percent of the university’s alumni return to the campus for a four-day weekend marked with seminars, concerts, and drinking. Lots and lots of drinking.
 
Every year, the 25th anniversary class serves as the honorary hosts for the event. Well-known music artists have been known to play at their nightly galas on occasion, and the events are catered with four-star food. Suffice it to say, their reunion party t is an elaborate extravaganza
 
Rumors have it that more beer is consumed during these reunion events than during any other annual celebration held in the United States aside from the Superbowl. I am a graduate of Princeton University and I happened to attend my 25th reunion five years ago. I witnessed the beer consumption first-hand, and I can tell you from what I witnessed that the rumors are probably true.
 
The grounds crew that worked the event simply could not keep up with the alcohol consumption. Empty cups and beer bottles were littered all throughout the campus. Many of the classes that host events also have open bars, and a slew of empty liquor bottles were also strewn in amongst the debris.
 
Our evening gatherings were ruckus celebrations that remined me very much of my days as an undergraduate, and not in a good way. Men and women (some with young children) made assess of themselves during these evening celebrations. For example, I can remember some of my former fellow athletes taking their shirts off and screaming like banshees as they drank beer through funnels. Keep in mind that these were forty-five to fifty-year-old men.
 
Every evening, the debauchery was so bad that I made my way over to the campus center for refuge. There, I found a handful of other alumni that seemed as bemused with what was going on as I was. That said, we were an isolated handful in a sea of hedonists.
 
By the fourth day of the event, empty cups and beer cans were stacked up at least a foot high throughout the common areas of the campus. That day is traditionally marked by an alumni parade through the grounds of the campus. The 25th anniversary class makes a triumphant march in front of all the other classes on that day, and I joined in on this procession. Quite frankly, the condition of the campus was so disgusting that it left me sick.
 
As I paraded through the campus with my classmates, I can remember thinking to myself that this event epitomized the global elite of our time: wealthy and privileged men and women behaving like animals in front of their family, friends, and associates. I stayed a day longer than most others, and I can remember the campus resembled a battlefield towards the end. Quite frankly, I felt embarrassed and ashamed to be call myself an alumnus afterward.
 
I can definitively say that I will never attend another Princeton reunion. The university abandoned its scriptural foundation long ago and it shows no signs of returning. Sadly, the same can be said for the seven other Ivy League schools and other educational institutions with similar reputations worldwide. The drunken debauchery I witnessed during of my 25th reunion is a testament to what these schools have become.

“Those who fashion an idol are all futile, and their treasured things are of no benefit; even their own witnesses fail to see or know, so that they will be put to shame.”
---Isaiah 44:9
 

CHRIST TRANSLATES FROM BEAST TO YEAST. CHRIST RETURNITH.

Author: Erik Gagnon - Managing Partner, Chi Rho Consulting