Thursday, September 07, 2006

Randie Mac Update

Just came across this website, dedicated to preserve Randolph-Macon Women's College as a single-sex institution. Discovered it when she linked to this post regarding the proposal to turn RMWC into just another small Liberal Arts college in Virginia.

I did learn something new, however. Apparently, the girls at Randie Mac refer to us Hampden-Sydney boys as the guys from "Hump 'N Screwme."

She worried that I might take offense at her bon mot. Quite the contrary.


Mason Conservative said...

When I was at Randolph-Macon for my first year of college (I obviously transfered), we used to say:

"Hampton-Sydney, where the men are men and the sheep are scared."

How on earth could you to college without any girls around. Its mindblowing.

Bwana said...

The folks at Bridgewater College used to say the same thing about the Hamsters.

However, it has to be recognized that at a time when all male colleges, state and private, are going coed (for all the reasons cited in the RMWC article in the WaPo), that HSyd has managed to continue on its course without even a whisper or a stray thought toward going coed...and that is impressive.

Keep up the good work!

James Young said...

Well, MC, it's gratifying to learn that they didn't teach you to spell at the co-educational experiment in Ashland [;-)]; it's "HampDEN-Sydney," though there was apparently some dispute until a few decades ago. And actually, they told me the same thing when I arrived on campus. Truth be told, there aren't "any girls around" only four days a week.

And bwana! Bridgewater! Dammit! Until last weekend, about the only football team that's been able to beat the Tigers in recent years. Grrrrr!

Thanks for the comments.

Mason Conservative said...

I'll tell you what, Jim. Hampden-Sydney was probably more fun then RMC. All there was to do in Ashland was go to the frat houses and get drunk. After about a month of that, I got tired of it. The girls were ok, but WAY hotter at Mason. I knew a guy who's brother went to HS, I met him at the football game, and it sounded like alot more fun then how-much-can-we-drink-this-weekend crowd in Ashland.

Needless to say, I have never once regretted leaving there.