West Chester University has always had a reputation. It’s not something that we, as a school, are proud of but it’s the truth. We can’t hide it. All you need to do is take a trip over to Sykes on a Friday and there it is, plain as day. WCU is not what you would call a “weekend school.”
Sometime around four o’clock on Friday, the campus turns into something out of the Will Smith film “I Am Legend.” The only thing missing are the lame CGI vampires.
Sure there is a brave and stalwart group that stays the whole weekend, but their numbers are small. Almost too small to calculate.
It’s not the school’s fault, far from it in fact. It simply can’t compete with the allure of the free laundry services that moms and dads provide, or a nice home cooked meal. Or for a lucky few, the dozens of free movies awaiting onDemand, thanks to Comcast Digital Cable.
No, there is little WCU can do to match those kind of temptations. Or is there?
I’m sure by now most of you have realized that finals begin on the unconscionable day of Saturday. To make matters better, or worse depending on your perspective, it’s the Saturday BEFORE the last day of class! Don’t worry though, WCU was kind enough to designate Sunday as a reading day.
Oh cruel scheduling gods! How can this be? How can we have a final BEFORE the official last day of classes? Was there not a better option? And by the way, please don’t insult us by calling Sunday a “reading day.” It doesn’t count as a reading day if we were already off that day to begin with. Labeling it as such is merely salt in the wounds.
Now, as far as social injustices go, coming in on a Saturday for a test or two is fairly small hat. In fact, I would consider myself lucky if that’s the worst thing that happens to me over the next few months, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying.
We get it WCU, you want us to hang out with you on the weekend, but this is NOT the way to go about it. We like you just fine, but some of us just have a special attachment to another part of the world. A place where you can eat lunch without calculating how many meals you’ll have left. A magical place that doesn’t consider three pierogies to be a meal.
It’s not you West Chester, it’s us. Don’t worry though; we’ll come back by Monday. We always do. And think of it this way: we spend FIVE days a week here, compared to only TWO at home. So really, in the end you’re coming out ahead anyway.