Why George Washington University Is Better Than Georgetown: 21 Things Only GW Students Know
Greetings from Foggy Bottom, home to George Washington University. GW is a school that prides itself on its close proximity to the country's biggest political leaders — President Obama does live only a block away from campus — its city landscape, and all of its #OnlyatGW moments (yes, there's a hashtag). It's no wonder every student pays an increasingly hefty price tag (currently, about $60,000) to become a GW Colonial.
In true DC political fashion, we colonials know how to handle the even the stickiest of situations quite gracefully. We've caused a stir in the news not only for our high-profile commencement speakers and snazzy alumni — but also for our filthy dorm rooms and becoming unranked.
In between the perks and the scandal, its safe to say that four years at GW are wrought with experiences that, well, only we GW kids can understand. If you go here, you know what I'm talking about. Here's how you know you're a true Colonial.
You take huge pride in our commencement speakers....
Unless they are already a professor at our school
As a freshman, you think you've found your #OnlyatGW moment when you land your first internship on the Hill...
But then you realize everyone and their mother has already done that.
You know that getting on the Vern Express means at least half an hour stolen from your day
and while everyone else thinks the president's motorcade is a really cool sight to see in Washington...
You can't stand it because it backs up traffic, blocks the Vern Express, and makes you late.
You've had to explain to practically every stranger that no, you don't go to Georgetown.
And You've hated on the-school-that-shall-not-be-named for not even having a metro stop...
...But you still spend every Friday and Saturday night sauntering drunkenly down M Street.
You know Tuesday nights are designated for McFadden's
Where you spend the entire happy hour standing in one square inch of space
...As some frat bro continues to spill vodka tonic on your back.
You know the best show on a Saturday night can be found sitting in the basement of Ivory...
...Watching all of the drunk people trip down the stairs.
You cannot get through a Saturday without a sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich from GW Deli
Plus, you secretly enjoy the eye candy that is the GW Deli Guy.
I'm not a stalker, I swear.
You had a severe silent panic attack the first time you realized not all Starbucks are open 24/7 like Gelbucks
and go to Nooshi so often that sushi runs through your veins
You only go to the basketball games when the team is winning....
But you'll always be at the next political debate on campus.
Finally, you really know you go to GW once you've sat on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, counting your blessings...
and snapping this pic for your Instagram.
Gotta love this school. #OnlyatGW.