It's steadily gotten much worse since I left there 10 years ago.
Now every time I go back, when you get away from the core campus, if you listen you can hear, ever so faintly, the sounds of two banjos dueling in the distance.

Bastards! They've ruined my school. But this is good ammo. Every time they now send me a whoa is me we need money fundraiser letter, I'll print out this photo and tell them this is why they won't get any money from me. Go ask the assclown Johnny Isakson.

My alma mater is dead to me