The latest news around Babson involves a late-night car crash that killed two Babson students last night. No names were revealed, but the news clearly shows a maroon Porsche. The car is said to have struck a tree at excessive speed and then burst into flames.

For a good news recap along with a video, check out this story.

Also, there is a gathering in Babson’s Chapel at 1 PM. In the mean time, if you want to visit the scene, just take a stroll down Forest St to Berkshire St, which is right after Abbot St. You’ll see a huge tree on your left – it’s kind of obvious where the accident was.

Nichols Lot is full of camera crews as we speak, so I’m sure there will be plenty more to come on this story.

Hopefully in the end parents will learn something from this. This is the perfect example of why you should not buy expensive, powerful sports cars for your children (especially if they haven’t been to specialty driving schools.) Sorry to be blunt, but that’s the truth.

Since I haven’t published an article in a while, I figured now would be a good time.

One thing I’ve been noticing is how many e-mails and/or comments we get that tell us we need to get lives and stop whining. Well, last time I was at the doctor’s office, they took my blood pressure. I saw that it was above zero, which indicated to me that I do, in fact, have a life. So let’s put that baby to bed because after a couple e-mails you start to wonder if you really did wake up from that binger last night.

Now, what the writer(s) probably meant to say was, “get a life that more closely resembles mine.” I figured why not look into it? So I decided to follow a couple of these people around campus all day. Needless to say, it was pretty sad.

I caught up with one girl around lunch time, so I followed her to Trim. While she went inside, I noticed one of the staff members outside scooping up a monster pile of old dog shit behind the dumpster. The staff member proceeded to carry it inside with a big metal spoon. When I got into Trim and saw the girl downstairs, she was waiting in the hot food line. Just as I was approaching the line, none other than the staff member with the spoonful of shit walks in from stage left. Sure enough, the poor girl approached the buffet, and she was rewarded with a top-quality steamer from the staff. Despite gagging on the fumes, she saw the little sign that read “mexican rice,” but dismissed it. After all, if Babson tells you something then why on earth would you ever question it?

With my appetite ruined, I thought I would head over to Map Hill to catch up with our second buddy. I don’t really know who he is, but he lives on the first floor near the entrance. I noticed this guy had some real issues. He was inside sitting down to a nicely-prepared dinner with his girlfriend. The abnormal part came when I noticed his girlfriend apparently never said anything other than the letter “O” and realized she was made of plastic. Meanwhile, two huge guys in orange jumpsuits walked by with big-gulp-sized cups of beer and jailhouse tattoos that said “The elevator must die!” Our friend remained inside enjoying his date. Five minutes later, Map Hill had a freshly broken elevator. Apparently some idiot on the fifth floor though he could be a tough guy and beat up anyone breaking the rules in his hallway, since his throat became the lucky new owner of a whittled-down, sharpened prison toothbrush.

After following these two, I figured I would try one last person. The only problem was that nobody on the entire campus knew who he was, except for one kid that smelled like tomato soup and was wearing a Star Trek outfit. He said he and the other kid were best friends, and that no one else at Babson really understood them except for OCL. He commented on how cool OCL’s events were, like make-your-own-abstinence-poster night.

So with that, I was forced to return home defeated. My sad life of having a job, house, and girlfriend waiting for me after graduation, partying, trying to improve the lives of students at Babson, and generally being a big deal was absolutely nothing in comparison. So I think I might have to scrap the non-life I have right now so I can upgrade to a REAL life.

In case you can’t pick up on sarcasm, this is a completely true story. The people discussed are actual people on campus. Every day, Babson administrators rape your pride. They readily give away their integrity over the dumbest, smallest things imaginable and completely miss the big picture. But as if this weren’t bad enough, they really do convince a large portion of the campus population that their brand of rape is good for them and that it’s their own fault they’re getting raped in the first place.

And what do the students say? “They’re just doing their job” is a popular one. “Stop whining.” “Get a life.” “Babson is what you make of it.” You know what I say? Change your name to Forest Gump because you are officially a mongoloid. Many of us at CrapCampus.com have met personally with many administrators in the past over various issues, and continue to do so. The purpose is to make changes at the school. So we’re trying to make the black hole of happiness called Babson a better place. This blog also helps that goal because MOST of the people on campus feel similarly to us, and yet they initially feel like their opinion is the minority. Erroneous. Make your voices heard. And if some prick tells you to get a life or stop whining, it’s because he’s pissed that his life is a piece of crap and he doesn’t have the balls to stand up for himself.

I say question everything. Give Babson an inch, and they’ll take a mile. If you don’t speak out against them, nothing will change. Already since I’ve joined, the number of writers here has more than doubled. Whether due directly, indirectly, or partly to this movement, this year we’ve got an extra pub day on Friday. We now have electronic and physical feedback forms to easily and anonymously voice your opinion to administrators who have to listen. OCL now reports to Dean Hanno, who is actually a great person to get ahold of if you’re having issues with various departments around campus because he will actually get things done that benefit the big picture. We have a person in SGA that we fully support and that will now have another great medium for getting positive changes made around campus.

So for all the people that want to criticize what we’re doing, eat shit. We’ve made more changes at Babson in a year than you will make in the entire world with your entire pathetic lives. So put that in a bowl with some milk and think twice next time you feel we need to “get a life” and “stop whining.”

For everyone in Map Hill that’s dealing with the crappy elevator and the bullshit repair bill of $95.08 per resident!

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If there’s one thing about Babson that stands out more than the lack of social life, it’s the emphasis on business plans. You’ve probably had to write one in an EPS class or at least toyed with one for your FME business. EPS 3501 was all about how to write a business plan. Aside from classwork, there are multiple business plan competitions each year (including some on the upcoming Founder’s Day.)

That’s great that we learn so much about business plans, but it just hit me that I have been taught many things about writing a business plan or finding venture capital for a business, while learning very little about running a business. Yes, I had FME, and yes I’ve read a ton of HBS cases. But I’m still left feeling that there is a little more emphasis on the planning and not so much on the execution.

What makes the business plan focus even more ironic is a study, conducted by Babson, which found no difference between businesses started with a business plan and those without one. Guy Kawasaki wrote about the study on his blog – check it out to see more about the study and the findings.

To summarize, the study analyzed 116 businesses started by Babson alums and found no statistical difference in success between those businesses started with formal written plans and those without them.

So the next time your professor wants some detailed 50 page business plan, just show them a copy of this study

(The full study is available for download here.)

People can say all they want, but the real deciding factor is when they put time and/or money into a cause. And judging by the senior class gift pledges, people aren’t feeling the need to support Babson.

As proof, I bring you the senior class gift participation meter…

Yes, that is a mere 16%

*as of 4/15/07

If everyone pledged to donate $5 it would raise participation and look really good, but seniors just aren’t into it (and for good reason.) This isn’t a fault of the seniors, it’s a fault of the school.

In other words, it’s a pretty good indicator of how nice Babson has been to us…

With only one summer and one semester left at Babson, I still haven’t given up on this place. So now, is actually a critical moment for us to step up and attempt to take the necessary actions in order to increase the effect of our outcries here at OCLruinedmycampuslife.com.  There are people who are, I guess, sympathizers with the writing staff and our sources of negative Babo intel.  You can find them amongst the SGA Electoral Ballot, but if you’re like most babson students, you’re either to huddled in a ball in your room from last nights drinking, nose to the grindstone, busy cranking out IME projects or the likes, or you really just don’t want to take the time out of your otherwise meaningless day to vote.  For those of you reading this, please allow me to make a few suggestions for you: Read more »

This is short, sporatic, and disorganized…quite like the days that I’ve spent previous attending S.O.D.A.’s, where I battle Sophomores for punch and then wake up 5 min. before class the next day only to ask myself what inspired me to take that last shot at 4AM. I then smile to myself and remember there is about a month until commencement where everyone will be pale, hungover, and barely standing posing with grandparents and siblings.

1. There is a problem with transferring credits Every time I walk by Academic Services I see at least one lonely individual come out with their degree checklists, continiously dissapointed because Babson will not grant them the credits from classes they have taken. Recently, I received an email saying that magically 4 of my Advanced Liberal Art Credits had dissappeared for a class that I took at another school with the permission of the Head of the Liberal Arts Department, A&H errrr something…….

BABSON, I want my damn degree –

2. Babo, Babo, Babo – I will not be able to eat the first month that I graudate because you have ticketed my cars so many times in the past 4 years. Parking in the semi- circle outside of Map Hill does not count as parking in the Fire Lane. Last time I checked, there weren’t any signs. Also, why do you use a laptop while you are parked outside of class and dorm buildings? Who watches those camera’s and does that mean you frequently see people peeing in trash cans? I’d like to thank this time to thank old Olin Babo, you know who you are and you’ve seen me pretty trashed on a regular basis and always call my by my nickname. THANK YOU.

Pz.