Apparently, people now use the third floor of the Commons. The Board of Trust has recently scheduled the 19,000 square foot usage for this coming fall to house the entire Political Science department and its three research centers. In an official statement, Dean Dever referred to the move as “the realization of an important part of the original vision of The Commons to be a truly integrated living and learning environment for Vanderbilt students and faculty.” She really didn’t have to do that to herself. The move is a perfectly respectable decision of practicality; anyone who has seen how cramped the third floor of Calhoun is need not an ulterior motive theory to justify it.
In all fairness though, it might be nice for incoming freshmen who are gung-ho about never, ever changing their major from poly-sci. If napping before and after meeting a professor is their thing, this is useful. Then again, for philosophy majors living in Kissam, Furman Hall isn’t much farther away. Proximity is usually not a problem on a college campus. a ten-minute walk from our rooms to a department building shouldn’t be enough to alienate us from experiencing the academic living aura. After all, the greatest proximity to education is right in our rooms basking on our bookshelves. But whether the amount of motivation required for reading is more or less, no one knows for sure.
So, maybe the Board of Trust’s decision has strictly learning benefits if not arbitrary academic mood-setting benefits. Some authoritarian parents are also successful with the shove-it-in-the-kid’s-face-so-he-can’t-escape method, but the dining hall is on the first floor, and the exercise room is on the second. What is on the third floor anyways, what is the “living” aspect of the third floor? It’s easy to suggest attractions of debauchery to neighbor the department, but it’s such a lame joke that it’s not even funny. There’s no reason to go up another flight of stairs for porn when there’s free internet on the 1st floor.
Thus, with resignation, this move is probably just a matter of practicality, not one for helping fashionable one-liners’ functionality. I mean look how I just shredded Dever apart here and there. Ha!
Vanderbilt Political Science to Relocate to The Commons
Pensive Thoughts
Ladies, gentlemen, I write this to you near the end of my tenure as editor in chief of The Slant, your favorite student publication. March 23rd, as hard as it is to believe how quickly that it has come, is my last issue leading you blindly into the fray against corruption, bigotry, snooty professors and sometimes downright disgusting food.
As I return from walking back home slightly drunkenly on a Saturday night, all I have to say is that The Commons experiment is not as bad as we all think it is or thought it was. You freshmen may not believe it, and you Kissam-free sophomores may enjoy being away from it, but the conveniences of living with your entire grade within urinating distance is certainly something to remember.
Sparing you the buzzwords such as “community” or “living and learning,” The Commons truly is a bonding experience. After the awkward couple of weeks that we all shared, I used to look forward to when I’d be 21 and living in a Towers suite, but honestly I want to return back to when we were a little more innocent and had a few more years ahead of us. Not to say that this year and the last were lost, but walking through Commons slightly inebriated at 3:00 in the morning made me realize that living there is a lot like getting hazed except with 28 meals a week. We all went through it, and we all really hate those people who had the corner rooms in the new buildings. Assholes…
As someone who’s lived in Nashville his whole life, I didn’t think much of these crazy new and renovated dorms in August of 2008. However, now I yearn for the simple days of being an undecided engineering major who delighted a side of Japanese class. Thinking about that, I really do miss having a class where we actually talked with each other about things that didn’t suck. Even as my GPA and tendency to fail Calculus classes repeatedly shows that I’ll probably be here past 2012, I miss those lazy winter nights of being absolutely dumb and going into the cold to smoke cigars next to the Wyatt center. I live on the 14th floor now; I can’t be crawling out of people’s windows onto balconies…
Freshmen, freshwomen, as the time draws near to pick housing ballots, please realize the great opportunities you have remaining to stay friends with people you may not otherwise know, also known as your random hall mates, because once you return for you sophomore year, things will not stay the same no matter how hard you try to convince yourself that they will be.
To Alarm of Frosh, Forcible Fondlings Reach The Commons
An incident that occurred in the early morning of Saturday, January 29 gives truth to the assertion that each entering freshman class is smarter than the class before them.
Around 4:15 A.M. Saturday morning, a Commons co-ed was awoken by what seemed to be someone slowly and methodically pulling her sheets off her body.
“At first I thought I was dreaming, but I only have those dreams on Wednesdays. Then I thought it was my roommate, but after my ‘Not tonight, baby; I have a headache,’ wasn’t met with the usual angry groan. I knew something was up.”
The freshman girl who chooses to remain anonymous goes on to explain that upon turning around she was able to make out a strange male pulling the covers off of her.
“I didn’t scream or anything, I just told him to stop, and he did. I told him to get out, but that’s when he fell asleep on my floor. I didn’t want to leave him there because that would be hard to explain to my roommate, so I went to get my RAs.”
Surprisingly, the RAs couldn’t be aroused—pun intended—at that time of night.
“I went and got the security guard in the lobby. He got really excited and called his boys. About four or five of them came to my room and got the guy out.”
It was later revealed that not only did the stranger not go to Vanderbilt, but that he was a prospective student.
“It’s really impressive. This guy is not even in college, and he’s already privy to the ways of a frat boy way beyond his years. If I had known, I probably would have let him at the very least sleep on my floor. The class of 2015 should be amazing.”
For years, we’ve heard that each new freshman class is smarter than the last, and I have to say that after hearing this story, I can believe it.
“These students are getting smarter in the things that matter. I assume that unlike this intruder, a student from the class of 2016 will most likely take my stop for a go.”
Missing Rand Dishes: A Sociological Survey
Recently, dining hall paraphernalia has been found strewn across campus in various non-dining hall locations. Students have reportedly been seen carrying cups, plates, and flatware from campus eateries with seemingly no intention of returning the items any time soon. I know, you’re probably thinking, “Oh, no! This is terrible!” But, is this really a matter of concern? I, as a Slant correspondent, have gone to the streets to see what the people have to say about the events that have transpired.
I was able to track down campus socialite, Regina George, who had this to say about the matter, “Well, it’s obviously not me. All I eat are Caltine Bars. I want to lose 3 lbs. It was probably Janice Ian. In fact, let me tell you something about Janice Ian. We were best friends in high school. I know right? It’s sooo embarrassing. I don’t even… whatever. So then senior year I started going out with my ex-boyfriend, Kyle, who was totally gorgeous but then he moved to Indiana and Janis was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like, if I would blow her off to hang out with Kyle she’d be like, ‘Why didn’t you call me back?’ and I’d be like, ‘Uh, why are you so obsessed with me?’ So then for my birthday party, which was an all-girls pool party, I was like, ‘Janice, I can’t invite you because I think you’re a lesbian.’ I mean, I couldn’t have a lesbian at my party! There were going to be girls there, in their bathing suits! I mean, right? She was a lesbian! So then her mom called my mom and started yelling at her; it was so retarded. Then she dropped out of school ‘cause no one would talk to her and she came back in the fall for college and her hair was all cut off and she was totally weird and now I guess she’s on crack and stealing plates from the Commons dining hall.” Janice Ian was not available for comment.
To get a male’s perspective, Nashua New Hampshire’s 2003-2004 Cup Stacking Champion, Peter Danube, was also interviewed. “Nah, I stopped using the dining hall cups for practice; they aren’t nearly aerodynamic enough. See, I’m trying to make a comeback. When I broke my wrist during a foursquare tournament in ’07, they said I’d never take back the title. I’ll show everyone. Do you want to see my routine?” Obviously, I didn’t stay for his routine. I felt we needed one more opinion to spice up the mix, so I sought out an employee. That’s right, a Rand employee.
Disgruntled Rand Dining Hall worker, La’Cassidy Watkins, commented, “First of all, how did you get back ‘ere? You ain’t authorized! You’re with what? The slut? The Slant, what’s a Slant? A newspaper? Damn kids, comin’ up in ‘ere. Look baby, I don’t count every goddamn cup, fork, and spoon I wash; I don’t know how many go missin’. They don’t pay me nearly enough ta deal with this foolishness. This is a bunch of FOOL-ISH-NESS! I’m takin’ my smoke break; tell Darielle ta take ova for me.” Darielle held similar sentiments on the matter.
What can essentially be gathered from our compiled data is that while many students are involved, no one really knows who is responsible, nor do they seem to care. Surprise! Honestly, I believe we all fall short of grace and take a cup or two every now and then. I mean, if I’m not finished with my O.J., I’m taking it with me. Plus, I think the leaning tower of cups adds pizzazz to my room and is a definite conversation piece:
“Wow, that’s a lot of cups.”
“Yeah.”
“How many are there?”
“I don’t know. Want to count them with me?”
“Absolutely.”
So, for all of you Commodores that like to take things and leave them around campus or hoard them up in your dorm, it’s okay. And if anyone asks, you can just blame Janice Ian, because Regina says she’s a crack head lesbian.
The Commons Outed as Real-Life Social Network
If you’ve walked around campus in the past few days, you’ve certainly heard the whispers and murmurs about Vanderbilt’s latest scandal. I’m here to settle the issue before it gets too far out of hand. It seems that The Commons, formerly regarded as the official site for freshman facilities and functions, was actually established in an attempt by the Vanderbilt staff to create a real-life social network.
According to an anonymous faculty member, Vanderbilt first concocted the idea after seeing the success of online social networks like Facebook and MySpace. Plans were already in motion to create a new home for freshmen of the future, so the staff decided to go all the way and create a community that would not only draw in students, but also keep them engrossed until forced out. The second part of that mission failed, however. A few years into the project, The Commons has failed to infiltrate the minds of its inhabitants, and many grow bored and jaded of the entire Commons by the end of their first semester here. The lack of interest by students directly translated into a lack of interest by potential investors, and with no foreseeable way to keep the project going, the truth was leaked.
The question that has been posed the most frequently since the news-bomb has been, “What are you talking about? This isn’t like a social-network site at all. You stupid or something?” To those asking this very question, I simply advise you to sit back and think for a moment. What’s the first thing you do when you sign up for MySpace or Facebook? You create a profile – not at all dissimilar to the plethora of introduction activities freshmen are put through in their dorms, classes, etc. What’s one of the key features of Facebook? Status updates. Sound anything like the weekly reports freshmen are required to give at VUCept meetings? You bet it does.
One anonymous staff contact told The Slant, “The reason we were upset over the claims that we were copying Harry Potter was that it was entirely in the wrong direction. Had people insulted us for copying Facebook or MySpace, we would have denied it, but would have been very excited at the same time. I mean, come on! How could we be a Harry Potter knockoff without a tree that beats people or various houses competing against each other for a celebratory cup? Those accusations were hurtful, and to be completely honest, rather disheartening as well.”
Meanwhile, the future of The Commons is foggy at best. Some have speculated that it may be sold to Google, so that the company can start its own social network and, without even trying, make it successful with two megadorms to be built in Kissam with slightly smaller rooms for the freshmen. Another rumor is that the newer dorms of The Commons will be turned into classrooms, and an extra bed will be added to each room in the older dorms. Our contact said that some staffers are trying to keep the entire thing functional. He reports that herding the freshmen around is generally viewed as “Like Farmville, but without the Carpal Tunnel [Syndrome].” This seems to be the least likely approach, however, as keeping The Commons running would be ridiculously expensive and extremely disproportionate in cost when compared to the rest of campus.
Whatever happens, you can bet that The Slant will be right here to bring you the updates. Make sure to check out the next issue, in which we explore the growing rumor that the new “Vanderbilt Single Sign-On” site is an attempt to create a campus-wide dating network.
Freshmen Bowled Over by Commons Third Floor Decision
After much consideration and input on behalf of the student body Vanderbilt University has finally decided to transform the unused space of the Commons 3rd floor into a bowling alley. Earlier this week Chancellor Zeppos announced the decision. Some of the possibilities for the space had included an arcade, a second pub, and an NRA certified shooting range. With the arcade being deemed too childish, and the second pub pointless because freshman never drink, it came down between the gun range and bowling alley. While the NRA range was a close second, the Chancellor felt that adding additional armed students might increase the number of crime report emails students receive. Seeing as no one likes those emails, the gun range was voted down. When the student body was asked what they thought about the new addition to the Vanderbilt Campus results were mixed.
One freshman girl was quoted saying that, “the Commons is one step closer to becoming a resort, all we need is a spa!”
A super-senior was reported saying, “Great! One more thing that freshman will get to use that I won’t!”
While the student body seems to be split on the recent decision, it is clear bowling is going to come back with a vengeance around Vandy. Chancellor Zeppos declined to be interviewed, however, one can only imagine the thought process behind such a monumental decision. It may be due to the fact that the Vanderbilt women’s bowling team won a national championship only 2 years ago, or the fact that the state of the Nashville’s bowling scene is in serious decline. Many of Nashville’s more prominent bowlers think that this may be the shot in the arm that the city needs to regain its once prominent status as a bowling mecca.
Like beer pong, frat parties, pre-gaming, tailing gating, and winning at football, bowling is surely soon to be a Vandy tradition.
Reminder Poems for Freshmen
Hey, Lindsay and I came up with three poems, feel free to add more….
In the spirit of the Commons’ reminder poem to first year students about signing up for classes, we thought we’d contribute a few of our own:
Freshmen, Freshmen, don’t forget,
Even when you think your set
For Thanksgiving Break,
For goodness’ sake,
Hide your booze,
You snooze, you lose.
Hear ye, hear ye,
The night ‘tis dark and dreary.
Bitches, find a Vandy Van,
You might have to wait,
In your drunken state,
Or find some dude and spend the night in Kissam.
It is almost December,
So make sure you remember,
To button your coat all the way.
No matter the degrees,
Even if you freeze,
You still have class EVERY DAY.
[by the way, the original goes:
Remember, remember,
This coming November,
Course registration soon starts.
For one-hour courses,
The Commons endorses,
Try Commons seminars]
–Ryan Carr and Lindsay Kramer
Remember, remember the 5th November
Not too long ago, on a day not unlike today, a student not unlike yourself sat just like you are now. Perhaps he was in a crowded lecture hall, reading The Slant, or sitting alone, eating. None of that matters now. What matters who this student was. None other than Guy Fawkes himself. Now you may ask yourself, why have I never heard of this student? Or even, what did he do to get a whole article in The Slant? (some of you may even be planning your own way to get your own story…) Well let me tell you: Guy Fawkes tried to do the unimaginable, almost got away with the inconceivable, plotted to …well he plotted to do a really bad thing. That’s right, last year on November 5th, Fawkes, a greasy haired junior with a chip on his shoulder because he never got to live on the Commons, attempted to blow up Dean Frank Wcislo’s Commons residence. VUPD was called after a suspicious First-year was alarmed to discover that Fawkes had taken up residence in Hank Ingram’s seminar room and had dug a tunnel from said room using nothing but stolen plastic spoons from Common Grounds.
When the police found the remnants of Fawkes’ overpriced lab kit strewn across the floor, they too became suspicious. The police followed the tunnel and were surprised to find themselves in the so-secret-even-Dean-Wcislo-didn’t-know, Dean’s residence basement. They were shocked to then find Fawkes lighter in hand, standing over a pile of gunpowder. Luckily, they got there just in time and were able to stop Fawkes putting on a veritable fireworks display for the whole of Peabody campus.
“It certainly was a relief to know that, once again, I was safe. I can’t imagine how traumatized the students would be knowing that I, their father figure, their leader, their king, of sorts, was gone,” commented Wcislo in a statement later that night, “but luckily, thanks to our wonderful VUPD, disaster has been avoided, and without a single student knowing what was happening!” While it is true that the story was unknown at the time, The Slant was given the exclusive rights to unveiling the truth, and letting all of Vanderbilt’s community know of a special commemorative event to be held on the Commons Lawn, at 7pm on November 5. An effigy of Fawkes will be burned in memory of what could have happened to the Dean. A light reception will follow in the Dean’s Residence. Students are invited to pre-game the event by helping to make the dummy at 4:30 of the same day.
Running of the Frosh

The running of the Frosh. Freshmen students flock to Fraternities on Friday, September 4th after not being allowed near alcohol for over two weeks.
