SYLVA-A pal has a good story from her college days, back in the nineties.
Seems she and some friends, a couple of whom might’ve smoked a little more pot than the optimal amount, took a long weekend road trip from their midwestern school to the nation’s capitol. They wanted to see some tourist sights.
So they drove all night, crashed on somebody’s Washington floor for a couple of hours, and got up early to go see the shining city on the hill.

It occurred to them – slowly – as they were walking up the steps of their first stop, the capitol building, that one of them carried a considerable amount of weed, along with a water pipe, in her backpack. So they had a strategy session, and a foolproof plan was adopted: one of them would stuff a big bag of pot in her bra, and another would disassemble the water pipe and place the pieces in different parts of the same backpack. And then they would go on in.
Later, in the capital building police station, just before he let them go, the chief said “kids, it doesn’t really matter to our department what you do with your spare time. If you want to sit around the house and smoke all the marijuana your hometown has to offer, that’s your business. All things considered, though, it might be best if you didn’t bring it with you to the capitol building.”
It’s one of those great, simple lessons that life offers up every so often, which is why it came to mind a few weeks back, when, buried in a news story about the sentencing of the students who last fall dumped a bear carcass at the entrance to the campus of Western Carolina University, was the news that two of the kids involved were tossed out of school.
For those whose memory of the event is appropriately in line with its actual significance, a refresher:
1. College kids go camping.
2. Near their campsite, they find a smallish black bear carcass, shot through the head dead from a head wound after being struck by a car.
3. College kids spend the night, and go home.
4. Eureka! Wouldn’t it be cool to go back up into the woods, fetch that dead bear, and take it to a few parties?
5. Later, the kids discover that the head wound is oozing on their vehicle. Blech.
6. They grab a nearby campaign sign, which is folded over the top of a wire stand and taped down the sides, and is thereby engineered to fit perfectly over an oozing bear head. Problem solved.
7. It’s an Obama sign.
8. Later, it seems like it might be clever to dump the bear body in the roundabout at the entrance to campus, as a prank.
9. All hell breaks loose, as the action is interpreted as a veiled threat to candidate Obama, the feds become involved, and the national media goes with it. And goes with it. And goes with it.
Kids, we don’t care of you like to hang out with rotting bears in your spare time. That’s your business. All things considered, though, it might be best if …
WCU’s administration, being sensitive to criticism, was very embarrassed. But was the expulsion of these students the best outcome for all parties? When it comes right down to it, the failure to dispose of animal corpses in an appropriate manner is not such a big deal, so it seems as though these students got tossed because they embarrassed the school.
As an alternative, it might’ve been refreshing to hear the school say, in so many words, “helping young people become adults is what we do for a living, so while this incident has been an embarrassing distraction to the school, we look forward to helping our student body — including the students involved — to learn, grow and ultimately, to move on.”
Besides, the football team gave up 69 points to Florida State and most of them are still around.
However, just when it seemed like I might be able to file the capitol steps anecdote away for another year or two, along came one more layer to the story.
Western, a major economic engine for the region, has fired a big bunch of people this spring because of state budget cuts. The atmosphere there has been appropriately tense, all the more so because several shiny buildings are under construction on campus, and because plenty of money continues to be spent on athletics (we know, different “pots of money”, but still). Then, a little more than a week ago, news of some end-of-the-year hijinks among WCU administrators turned up and made our friend’s friend’s dope-between-the-boobs trick look like rocket science.
Seems that some of the institution’s most highly paid administrative minds put together a skit for one of their year end get-togethers. The skit included a good bit of crude sexism — or at least what qualifies as crude amongst faculty members on college campuses. Mm-hm. OK, that’s odd, but it was their get-together, so, so what? First amendment and all that. Well, “so what” is that the higher-ups video-recorded their skit and emailed it to everyone on campus.
Now that’s thinkin’.
So everybody with me now, in your best italicized voices:
Kids, we don’t care if you have dumb skits at your parties. In fact, we’d all like to encourage you to party more often. Pop open a box of Franzia. Loosen up some. Maybe even invite a few of the little people.
All things considered, though, it might be best if …
One of the people who emailed us the video — all anonymously, oddly — wrote this: “People are scared at WCU. Top down administration plus bad economy means pressure put on faculty and staff to do more. We have never had much power under (the current administration) and it is only getting worse.”