Hungover Norwegian pupils to get extra two hours in bed (SOCIALISM GONE MAD ALERT)

Ananova ^ | April 14, 2003

[Samwise]

Dang! Why didn't they do that when I was in college? LOL

[nicollo]

Back in the days, I was asked in on a school conference on alcohol abuse at my college, a small N.E. country-club school. I was the Intra-Fraternity Council President and President of my frat, the most notorious of partyers on campus. Needless to say, the meeting was at 8am, I was up until 3, and I made it there extremely hungover. But I made it.

During the meeting, much discussed was the horrids of alcohol and all those mean frat boys and their parties. The Dean of Students, the Dean of the College, and the President were all there. Hands were wrung, sighs were sighed, and the great solution of "awareness" was generally agreed upon.

At one point, the President, a product of the modern university -- that is, a half-moron whose specialty was sniffing alumni bank accounts -- suggested that students be required to attend 8am classes. He was laughed out of the room. Me, I kept my mouth shut. I never took a class before noon. I was the only one, the President included, who knew that he was right.

Oh, after that alcohol awareness meeting, I went to the restroom. Cleaning up, I looked up at the mirror and found that my face was riddled with tic-tac-toe games my brothers had played on my face the night before, when I passed out on the sofa. Not a person said a thing during the meeting.

Recently, an old professor died. My father and I planned to go to the memorial service, on a Saturday. Dad asked me if I didn't think the service would interrupt classes. He had no clue that there haven't been Saturday classes since the late 1960s, when the inmates took over the asylum.

Modern educators are cowards.

[SoDak]

The first time I ever got drunk, I was 17, a friday night keggar. I got home around 3:30AM, as soon as the keg went dry, and my dad was pounding on my door at 7AM. He had me up and grinding feed by 7:15. Scooping grain was quite interesting. Right after that, at say 10AM, I was out tilling my mom's garden on a May 90 degree day, I never was so sick in my life. But, I got thru it, and realized what was coming if I did it again. He never said a thing about either drinking or staying out late, I guess it was understood. I miss the mean old SOB something fierce.