As Sodom and Gomorrha and the neighboring cities, in like manner, having given themselves to fornication and going after other flesh, were made an example, suffering the punishment of eternal fire. In like manner, these men also defile the flesh and despise dominion and blaspheme majesty.- St. Jude 7-8
These words accurately describe the nature of student conduct at Assumption College. Having visited the place over the weekend, I can say I am impressed by the academic program, but disappointed by the student life.
Well, they TRY to send us down the good path. At the beginning of orientation, Fr. Gallagher led us in a prayer to the Father. All the classrooms feature crucifixes, about three fourths of the class of 2011 is Catholic, courses on theology are required.
In other ways, the administration has accepted our fate as a drinking college. At an anti-alcohol program we attended, is was said that while college drinking averages at 6 drinks per student per week, at Assumption the average is 8. The ensuing video didn't actually tell us not to drink, but warned us chiefly of the dangers of binge drinking. Apparently, during the school year students are sent to the hospital on a regular basis.
It only took until that night for a drinking party to take place. As a non-boozer, I was the only guy on our floor (I think) not to have a few shots of the ridiculously cheap Poland Spring vodka someone picked up in downtown Worcester. Naturally, the RAs knew about the drinking and did nothing, although to their credit they were forced by their superiors to remove the women from the party by roughly midnight. However, they later made it clear that they had no problem with the looseness consequent in coed housing. After probably 12:30, I grew bored and went to my room to read The Mystical City of God, ironically a chapter where Mary refutes Lucifer's heresies, and defeats his seven legions as the attempt to tempt her. For the next two hours, in that college named after our Lady's Assumption into Heaven for being without sin, the partyers next door screamed and boasted of all the damning sins they would do once first semester began.
The next day, the woman in charge of the anti-drinking program mentioned the party, and said that at that rate we wouldn't survive first semester. I couldn't help but chuckle at the ineffectiveness of her program.
At the Mass in the above pictured Chapel of the Holy Spirit, wherein most attendees were supremely irreverent, I was not as focused on liturgical abuses as usual (the free issue of The Catholic Free Press had this picture of liturgical dancers on the cover. How telltale). I mostly just prayed for my roommates, and even more so for all the poor ladies they plan to corrupt.
I am glad I chose substance-free housing.