The JMU FROG Week Survival Kit, From A To Z

The JMU FROG Week Survival Kit, From A To Z

Everything you need to survive the last week of freedom before classes!


The end of August typically means that classes are about to start back up for a brand-spankin' new school year. But for JMU students, it has a slightly more significant meaning: FROG. WEEK. For people new to this, it's the final week before classes when the Dukes crawl back into Harrisonburg to spend all day at the pools and all night at your frat of choice. It's truly a beautiful thing to look out at a sea of inebriated college kids scream-singing "Mr. Brightside."

As we move into this sacred week, I've taken the liberty to create an A-Z survival kit for all you kiddos as you put on your bikinis and slap on sunscreen to hit the pools. Take notes and have fun!

A is for Advil

Make sure you have a stock of Advil ready to go. You'll be rising and grinding every morning and you're gonna need something to ease last night's hangover!

B is for Booze

Duh. That's an obvious one.

C is for chasers

Also another obvious one. Unless you're savage and you don't need a chaser. I recommend lemonade or Dr. Pepper but it really depends on your poison of choice.

D is for Drug Detection

In the craziness of FROG Week, it's important to remember that there are still sleaze bags that will try to drug your drink. Think your drink was roofied? Amazon sells Date Rape Drug Detection Tests for $12.49. It's better to be safe than sorry, Dukes!

E is for Exit

Ya know... for when the cops show up and the party gets busted? Yeah, make sure you have an exit plan and all your exit buddies.

F is for Friends!

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FROG Week is nothing without friends! Get your squad together, crack open some cold ones and enjoy your last week of freedom!

G is for GrubHub

For all your Drunchie/Munchie needs, GrubHub is your go-to food delivery site that will cure any hangover.

H is for Hype

Gotta get hyped for FROG Week! That's the only emotion there is for this week.

I is for Ices

Take a knee and chug an ice for FROG Week! It's time to stockpile on Smirnoff Ices and ice everyone in sight.

J is for Jungle Juice

If you're planning on drinking the juice, go back up and re-read the letter D.

K is for Kissing

There'll be a lot of random make-outs so just be prepared for that!

L is for latex

I don't think I need to explain this one... use protection and stay safe.

M is for music

Only the more fire songs for FROG Week! Blast that music loud!

N is for nap time

You will have to recharge between the pool and the frat so make sure you make time for a nap! You'll feel a lot better if you do!

O is for outfits

Pick out your cutest outfits to go to the trashiest frat!

P is for phone

Yo Dukes! Before you hit the pools, make sure you have your phone on you! Gotta make sure you can call a sober ride and document all your drunk shananagins.

Q is for Quality and Quantity

This one is up for interpretation.

R is for the Retreat

Where everyone will be hanging out during the day, no doubt.

S is for shotgunning

A timeless way to chug a beer. If you don't know how you should probably learn ASAP!

1. Make a hole towards the bottom of the beer (you can use a key, a knife, your teeth, anything sharp)

2. Pop open the top of the can

3. Tilt and chug from the hole

And that's how you shotgun! Go Dukes!

T is for Tallboys

What you will probably be drinking at some point during the week.

U is for Uber

If you haven't already, download the Uber app. Trust. Me. I guarantee that you will use it at least once this week.

V is for Vape

Dude, we get it. You vape.

W is for water

Make sure that you stay hydrated with WATER this week! It's super important so you don't pass out or get sick! #HydrateOrDiedrate

X is for who are we kidding, nothing starts with X

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Still have fun and stay safe!

Y is for YOLO

Madelene Whitfield

This motto stands true for FROG Week. You really only live once so go cray!

Z is for Z-Pack

For a swift recovery, before classes begin, stock up on Z-packs because believe me, you'll probably need it after all the madness of FROG Week.

(Sing in the tune of the Alphabet Song) Now we know our ABC's, time for the Dukes to get rowdy!

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11 Things Psychology Majors Hear That Drive Them Crazy

No pun intended.

We've all been there. You're talking to a new acquaintance, or a friend of your parents, or whoever. And then, you get the dreaded question.

"So what are you studying in school?"

Cue the instant regret of picking Psychology as your major, solely for the fact that you are 99.9% likely to receive one of the slightly comical, slightly cliche, slightly annoying phrases listed below. Don't worry though, I've included some responses for you to use next time this comes up in conversation. Because it will.

Quick side note, these are all real-life remarks that I've gotten when I told people I was a psych major.

Here we go.

1. So are you, like, analyzing me right now?

Well, I wasn't. But yeah. Now I am.

2. Ugh so jealous! You picked the easy major.

"Lol" is all I have to say to this one. I'm gonna go write my 15-page paper on cognitive impairment. You have fun with your five college algebra problems, though!

3. So can you tell me what you think is wrong with me? *Shares entire life story*

Don't get me wrong; I love listening and helping people get through hard times. But we can save the story about how one time that one friend said that one slightly rude comment to you for later.

4. Well, s**t, I have to be careful what I say around you.

Relax, pal. I couldn't diagnose and/or institutionalize you even if I wanted to.

5. OMG! I have the perfect first client for you! *Proceeds to vent about ex-boyfriend or girlfriend*

Possible good response: simply nod your head the entire time, while actually secretly thinking about the Ben and Jerry's carton you're going to go home and demolish after this conversation ends.

6. So you must kind of be like, secretly insane or something to be into Psychology.

Option one: try and hide that you're offended. Option two: just go with it, throw a full-blown tantrum, and scare off this individual, thereby ending this painful conversation.

7. Oh. So you want to be a shrink?

First off, please. Stop. Calling. Therapists. Shrinks. Second, that's not a psych major's one and only job option.

8. You know you have to go to grad school if you ever want a job in Psychology.

Not completely true, for the record. But I am fully aware that I may have to spend up to seven more years of my life in school. Thanks for the friendly reminder.

9. So you... want to work with like... psychopaths?

Let's get serious and completely not-sarcastic for a second. First off, I take personal offense to this one. Having a mental illness does not classify you as a psycho, or not normal, or not deserving of being treated just like anyone else on the planet. Please stop using a handful of umbrella terms to label millions of wonderful individuals. It's not cool and not appreciated.

10. So can you, like, read my mind?

It actually might be fun to say yes to this one. Try it out and see what happens. Get back to me.

11. You must be a really emotional person to want to work in Psychology.

Psychology is more than about feeling happy, or sad, or angry. Psychology is about understanding the most complex thing to ever happen to us: our brain. How it works the way it does, why it works the way it does, and how we can better understand and communicate with this incredibly mysterious, incredibly vast organ in our tiny little skull. That's what psychology is.

So keep your head up, psychology majors, and don't let anyone discourage you about choosing, what is in my opinion, the coolest career field out there. The world needs more people like us.

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