2008 Woodie Awards
Time for 'Cheers and Jeers', Costello style
Costello's World
Todd Costello
Issue date: 4/27/07 Section: Opinion
Originally published: 4/26/07 at 7:19 PM EST
Last update: 4/26/07 at 7:19 PM EST
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Now, on to the people who are behind the joy I'm going to feel when I graduate and get the hell out of the North Country.
Local and university police - Where do I begin? As much as I hate you guys, I can't seem to avoid you. When I was drinking a beer in the dorms - you were there. When I moved off campus and had get-togethers on weekends - you were there. When the wind blew garbage on my lawn and somebody had to pay the $250 fine…well you get the point. I've received every type of fine and punishment except the "double-secret probation." You guys are truly good at your job - party crashing.
For the readers who took offense in my columns and portrayed my writing as "vile" or thought I "glorified alcohol" - relax. I never intentionally tried to promote drinking. When I write about going to bars and drinking with my buddies, I'm not trying to say that I worship alcohol. It's college. I've had some of the best times of my life going out on my free time and kicking back a few with friends, who I now consider family. I suggest you stop, take a look around and realize these four years may be the last years you have to act like a kid.
Landlords - Thanks for nothing. For the two years I lived off campus, I have you guys to thank for the sub-par living conditions that aren't fit for convicted felons. I am truly in awe at the ability you guys handle your jobs and never return voicemails. Do yourselves a favor - try living in the houses you rent out to college students for a week…I dare you.
Before I sound like a completely bitter scrooge, I'm going to end my last column with a few last thank you's.
Thank you to my family for being my biggest fans, even when I know certain pieces suck.
Thank you to all my friends and roommates. There might be kids who party harder than us, but they're not as 'college.'
Local and university police - Where do I begin? As much as I hate you guys, I can't seem to avoid you. When I was drinking a beer in the dorms - you were there. When I moved off campus and had get-togethers on weekends - you were there. When the wind blew garbage on my lawn and somebody had to pay the $250 fine…well you get the point. I've received every type of fine and punishment except the "double-secret probation." You guys are truly good at your job - party crashing.
For the readers who took offense in my columns and portrayed my writing as "vile" or thought I "glorified alcohol" - relax. I never intentionally tried to promote drinking. When I write about going to bars and drinking with my buddies, I'm not trying to say that I worship alcohol. It's college. I've had some of the best times of my life going out on my free time and kicking back a few with friends, who I now consider family. I suggest you stop, take a look around and realize these four years may be the last years you have to act like a kid.
Landlords - Thanks for nothing. For the two years I lived off campus, I have you guys to thank for the sub-par living conditions that aren't fit for convicted felons. I am truly in awe at the ability you guys handle your jobs and never return voicemails. Do yourselves a favor - try living in the houses you rent out to college students for a week…I dare you.
Before I sound like a completely bitter scrooge, I'm going to end my last column with a few last thank you's.
Thank you to my family for being my biggest fans, even when I know certain pieces suck.
Thank you to all my friends and roommates. There might be kids who party harder than us, but they're not as 'college.'
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