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“I’m gonna have so much money my grandkids are gonna to play lacrosse. Lacrosse, Liz Lemon.” – Tracy Jordan, 30 Rock

Lacrosse is one of the last, pure ways of saying ‘I have excessive amounts of money’. It’s a hobby that demands a lot of time and money, while it holds no promise of fame and fortune. However, being a lacrosse player earns you a place in a select group of one per centers.

As noted above, lacrosse does not lead to a fiscally stable career, and because of this, rather than being an investment in the future, it is simply an investment in carefree competition. Having enough money to make it pointless to compare financial standings, these parents love to buy their childs way into a sport that will pit them against other affluent children in a battle for nothing more than bragging rights.

Now that’s not to say there is nothing to gain from being the best lacrosse player. Colleges love nothing more than lacrosse players (well perhaps rowers), because they value commitment to particular niches that will in no way benefit you after college. All prestigious colleges across America seem to see selflessness where others might be inclined to see a great deal of wasted time.

The biggest irony of all is the fact that those kids longest exposed to lacrosse are most likely to win the prestigious full-ride scholarships to some of the best colleges in the country. If you can make one assumption about lacrosse players, it’s that they don’t need that blessed money. However, parents will croon and turn a blind eye to the fact that they just robbed some unknown soul somewhere of higher education.

You will see the successful few who played college lacrosse at the division 1 level, gathered around a table at the Cornell Club, trying to work out with one another the mystery that still haunts them today: why did their parents condition them to be the best in a niche that serves no purpose but to flaunt status?



Students Seek Change!

Inspired by a post I read in the New York Times, I decided I’d touch on sleep, as it is a topic on which you can engage any prep schooler anywhere. All over the world.

(NYT Article:

It all balances on the fact that there is no better gift than time. The study Deerfield conducted, along with numerous other prep schools, started the day thirty minutes later and ended the day thirty minutes earlier. Classes were shortened by five minutes to total forty five minutes. Those classes seemed to fly by with just five minutes shaved off, and it felt great to get out of class while it was still light out. But I can attest for myself, and others I knew, that no more sleep was had.

In fact, I would say that it was no coincidence that disciplinary cases for drugs and alcohol reached record highs with the change in schedule. This would reflect the fact that more time led to more fun. Of course there was a heightened sense of well-being on campus because everyone had that little extra spring in their step. Those short five minutes coupled with the chance to see the setting sun summed up to a happier campus atmosphere.

But I can’t pin sleep as the culprit. It’s more due to the general drudge they sit you through each day, and the fact that gaining just a little bit of freedom can seem that sweet