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Editorial from a Prospie: ā€œYou Guys, I Totally Drinkā€

Hey guys! Sorry, Iā€™m little hungover from the two handles of beer I had last night. I mean, that doesnā€™t even compare to the time my mom bought me vodka. I had three shots! Shit got so crazy, I canā€™t even tell you. (Except Iā€™m going to tell you.) So me and my bros were just chilling when my ā€˜rents were out to dinner, and we were getting kind of bored so I was like, “Yo, bros, letā€™s get schwasty.”

Tour Group Perspectives: The Annoyed Sibling

Ugh. I could totally get in here. This is dumb. I donā€™t even know why you would want to come to school here. Like Willie the Wildcat? Seriously? Dumb. This place is probably full of UChicago rejects. My (insert standardized state tests here) scores were in the 99th percentile. I got a letter from the Governor, the actual Governor of (insert state with said standardized test here). Northwestern would be my super safety. Iā€™m the smart one. Mom told me.