...or you'll end up like Zack Yost.

So Festifall has come and gone and now you’re signed up for seventeen different clubs, two of which you’ll actually attend meetings at and eight of which you’ll be putting on your resume. To the keen-eyed, high-aspiring freshman however, there is no greater temptation than to join Michigan Student Assembly (MSA). 

MSA is possibly the most useless organization Michigan has to offer. At least the “Michigan Squirrel Club” actually accomplishes feeding the ****ing squirrels. In my four years at Michigan, I watched the the student governing body change my college life for the better in exactly zero ways. I do however, remember the two times I actually cared about what they did. The first is when they planned a concert at Hill Auditorium for Ludacris, which ended up costing Michigan $20K and all we got was some personalized lyrics from the rap impresario (“U of M girls give me U of M head!”).

The second disaster was the downfall of MSA president (and AEPi member) Zack Yost, who was forced to resign after it was discovered he created a facebook group making fun of an MSA member with Asberger’s syndrome. Freshmen, I kid you not, this is true.

So yes, if you want something nice and sparkly to put on your resume when you’re applying to graduate school, MSA might be for you, but be forewarned, for every 50 freshmen that try, only about 10 make it out alive. And of those 10, nine are kiss-asses and the lone remaining do-gooder will be stuck watching all his time be wasted debating whether or not Coke is a scourge of the earth that must be wiped off campus.

Maybe I’m being too harsh, if you’re on MSA, please, feel free to let me know something you did that affected my college experience in a positive way. I’m all ears.