Movies teach us about all sorts of wonderful things: villains don’tknow how to shoot, cars only run out of gas when you�re being chased, and sometimes it’s okay to break out into song. They also teach us that college is all about partying.
After being at Seton Hill for three years now, I can securely say that this campus doesn’treally lend itself to partying – at least not in the traditional sense: We don’thave fraternities, nor do we have apartment-style housing.

By Mike Rubino,
Senior Staff Writer
Movies teach us about all sorts of wonderful things: villains don’tknow how to shoot, cars only run out of gas when you�re being chased, and sometimes it’s okay to break out into song. They also teach us that college is all about partying.
After being at Seton Hill for three years now, I can securely say that this campus doesn’treally lend itself to partying – at least not in the traditional sense: We don’thave fraternities, nor do we have apartment-style housing.
The closest thing I can remember happening in terms of a �party� was when the Red Bull folks came to campus. Within minutes of finishing the free energy drinks, kids were going crazy on Sullivan Lawn. There were people spinning in circles, guys climbing trees, and freshman practicing theatrical fighting. It was a madhouse until the campus police showed up and told everyone to calm down.
While society, and Hollywood, tell us that this college should be party-city – it isn�t. And it really shouldn’tstart.
The other night, after returning from a long and exhausting day, I found that nearly half of my residence hall was engulfed in a massive, loud, sweaty, party. And while my first thought was, �Stinks to be the DSA(Desk Security Assistant), � my second thought was �Why would anyone want to take part in this?� I think my third thought was, �Why wasn’tI invited?� – No it wasn�t. Nothing says �college fun� like joining a hundred other people cramped in a room with J.T. �bringing sexy back� for three hours.
What do I have to pay him to keep his sexy? And while that isn’tbad enough, this kickin� party can only last so long before noise violations, curious resident assistants and campus police show up – rightfully so.
Don’tget me wrong, I certainly live by Andrew W.K.’s words: �When it’s time to party, we will party hard.� But something seems lame about commandeering a wing of a residence hall to bump and/or grind.It’s also worth mentioning that this violates the �be a good neighbor� policy that is vital to residence hall happiness.
I also realize how hard it must be not to party. I mean, come on! You�re here, at college, unfettered by any sort of rules or regulations. You can’tbe touched by the �law� or your parents. You would like nothing more than to crank up the krunk and party down with your peeps. I know; I can relate.
But please, allow me to give you some advice, advice that helps me curb the need to party: Try doing your homework, going to class on time, reading a book, mastering a craft, eating, watching Mentos and Diet Coke videos on YouTube, contributing to Wikipedia (on second thought, don�t), or sit quietly and try reaching nirvana.
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