The Gavel's Diatribe acts as the satirical medium for short rants over topics ranging from complete triviality to utmost importance.
The Mods are the center of student social life here at Boston College. While off-campus parties and dorm pre-games certainly deserve spots on our weekend itineraries, there is just something about these coveted senior housing units that embody the ultimate “college experience” as we imagine it should be. This is why freshmen trek all the way from Upper to Lower campus, cold and rain be damned, in the hopes of gaining access to a Mod party. It’s a badge of honor to be able to brag to our peers that we spent Saturday night crammed into a sweaty Mod common room full of seniors we don’t know, pretending to enjoy ourselves.
Most nights, underclassmen have a pretty decent shot of getting let into a Mod party; as you get to know more people around campus, you’ll likely meet a generous senior who, blessed by the housing gods of BC, will grant admittance to a lowly underclassman. So while the Mods are primarily meant for seniors, they are a staple of BC culture that students of all ages enjoy.
This changes on game days when underclassmen must abandon all hope of admittance into BC’s most exclusive tailgating area. You see, the Mods close their gates on game days to those under 21 in order to prevent underage drinking. To enforce this policy, BCPD patrols the Mods' perimeter. Seeing such excessive surveillance for the first time, one might think that there was a true security risk. In reality, the risk—that underage drinking will occur—is something that happens every other weekend. As a result, those of us who do not meet the age cutoff are forced to spend our Saturday mornings tailgating in the Mod parking lot, ten feet outside of the cast iron gate.
The RDs and other BC administrators adamantly remind us that if anyone under the age of 21 is caught tailgating in the Mods, there will be dire consequences. Getting caught trying to jump the fence is considered a very serious offense, perhaps even more serious than the act of underage drinking itself. In contrast, the consequences are minimal if we are actually caught drinking as a minor; we might have to meet with our RD, take an alcohol education course, or go on probation. If we are caught trying to enter the Mods, however, the most severe form of punishment is invoked upon us—we lose the right to live in the Mods our senior year.
Knowing what’s at stake, we clutch our red Solo cups filled with questionable liquids, cast a last, longing gaze at those beloved red buildings, and bring our tailgating energy elsewhere. Earnestly, we await the day that we are able to cross the threshold and be able to consume alcohol—get this—legally! Regardless of whether or not BC closes the gates to the Mods on game day, underage drinking will occur. Why can’t BC accept that fact, and open the Mod gates for all students?