Back in the days of 40s Nights, Open Mic Nights, and a SLUR that actually brought a crowd, there also existed an outlet for those drunk nights at the Lutz. An outlet for friends who gathered to drink, revel, cry. That outlet was the Lutz Report. In the spirit of our first post, one memorializing the death and rebirth of a Reed from another time, we now present a new generation of the Lutz Report: The Captain’s Log. Same friends, same beers– this time with dollar Jell-O shots. Each week written by a different person.
ENTRY ONE
Three and a half years ago I came to Reed. It was amazing – it was everything I thought it would be and more. As those 3 years went by, the image of Reed I first encountered began to fade. I thought the school I expected to love was disappearing below my feet. It hurt – I felt betrayed and I was mad…how could I be so unhappy while so many underclassmen enjoyed 40s Nights and even that stupid fucking creation called [redacted] (even God makes mistakes)? But then I realized…it’s my obligation to create that utopia that each new class experiences. The Reed founded hand-in-hand with student autonomy, shenanigans, and plain ol’ bullshit is not possible without the effort of each class of students that precedes you. For two years, yes. Reed is about experiencing and living and doing all the shit you never knew was possible. But for the next years? Reed is about maintaining the spirit of fucking shit up – the spirit of telling Gary Granger to fuck off. The spirit of bringing 400 jello shots to commencement. The spirit of learning the bylaws and policies so you can tell every administrator that their bullshit methods of avoiding liability don’t matter because you’re using the money of the GODDAMMNED AUTONOMOUS STUDENT BODY OF REED COLLEGE.