Plattsburgh State University

A small SUNY school in the heart of Plattsburgh, NY, a small north country town on Lake Champlain about 20 minutes away from the border (and a really "awesome" bar called The Rocket, where you can get some coke with that Molson). Nearly every student enrolled, except for the copious amounts of Japanese exchange students, had Plattsburgh as about number six on their list of schools they wished to attend. Then, they either got lazy or didn't get into any other school they applied to. So they came to Plattsburgh State University becuase if you could write your name on the application you were in. This led to the massive influx of freshmen in the fall of 06, leading to really lame parties and no parking spaces for anyone. In past years, it was actually really fun. Then all the fun people left. Over the years, it has gotten progressively lamer. When students get really bored of the lameness, they take a trip to Montreal and realize how shitty their life is. This is usually compensated for by heavily drinking at least 5 days out of the week and smoking ones self stupid, then going downtown to get Pizza Bonos. Homework is rarely done, not because of laziness, but because this is Plattsburgh. for some reason, the administrators changed the name to Plattsburgh State University College in 05. why the repetativeness? no one knows. One of the qualities a Plattsburgh State student must have is a deep, penetrating hatred for ones self and a want to either jump off of the Kehoe administration building with a group of friends or drown themselves in the the Hawkins Pond. There is actually a facebook group devoted to this sentiment. If you go to Plattsburgh, you are probably a member. Another is a drive to become the best semi-functioning alcoholic/stoner they can be. Most students say they are going to transfer next semester. They want to see if they'll hate themselves as much somewhere else. They will. This transfer to another school rarely happens, and if it does, that person is our life-long idol. If you go here, you know and love poutine.