If there is one thing your Facebook friends care about, it is your various accomplishments. Got an above-average score on that lab practical? Sounds like the perfect opportunity to harvest some Facebook likes! Got that internship with that company no one has heard of? Sing that s**t from the rooftops for all to hear! Nice work, you! Congrats on ________, you!
As most students at A&M know, engineering majors are the reigning rulers (~80% kings, ~20% queens) of the fine art of humble-bragging. What most students may be surprised to hear, however, is that there is a new contender in the ring this week, and he is giving Dwight Look a run for his money.
This contender is, of course, Fish Camp, as dozens have taken to social media to parade their counselor acceptance email for all to see. In fact, when you think about it, it is actually pretty selfless for them to toss up a screenshot of that email. Some of their friends would have never seen it otherwise. And don’t worry about the kids who didn’t make counselor, they will only be happy about your post and won’t feel bad at all about pouring their soul into an application for nothing, while you bask in the glory of your success.
Sure, in about a week, job acceptance posts will once again reign supreme. And may God help us all when “4.0 this semester!!” season rolls around. Just keep this week in mind the next time you read a Facebook post and think, “Who cares?”
Or maybe you can just be happy for your friends instead of being a cynical dirtbag. Whatever.
-Bacon & Ags
Bacon & Ags Editor-in-Chief
It’s Sunday morning and you’ve woken up hungover and confused. “Man, last night’s house party was one for the books,” you think as you try and recall something, anything, about the party. The smell of bacon floats in from the kitchen, and you stumble over to see who’s cooking. You stand there in bewilderment— Bacon & Ags has cleaned up all of the empty bottles, cans, and Solo cups. He has cinnamon rolls warming in the oven, bacon on the stovetop, and an assortment of fruits on the table. You stutter, “Wow… I… uh… well,” but he cuts you off. “I just love a good brunch,” he says. “And since you threw such a great party, I thought the least I could do was clean it up and cook us some brunch! Here, I made some quiche— have some!”