The day after my birthday is usually spent recollecting my thoughts after an intense night of alcohol consumption. This year was no different. I woke up unusually early, took one of those still drunk/hungover showers, attended class, walked home, then had my roommate suggest a nice trip back to campus to grab some desperately needed food. Driving to campus, we quickly noticed a large group of people gathered in front of, you guessed it, the exact place we were going to grab some grub. We made our way through the large and visibly upset crowd and into the Student Union.

After purchasing some food, we learned the rally was in opposition of a Christian leader speaking out against homosexuality. The Potsdam gay crowd gathered with signs and obligatory guitars complete with Grateful Dead and Beatles covers.
We stood around, watched, talked to a few friends passing by, and then moved on. Like I said, I was visibly hungover and as we all know, the last thing you want to hear in a semi-intoxicated state is incessant chanting.
We made our way away from the crowd and back home where I spent the day playing Madden, eating, and feeling like unholy death. What a great birthday!
What made this encounter interesting for me wasn't that there was a protest happening at my college. Rallies happen all the time whether they're anti-war, anti-Bush, anti-meat, anti-whatever. Truth be told, I've become somewhat immune to them. What struck up my interest in this one was as I walked by, for the first time in four years, I felt old being in college. I believe I said something to the effect of, "College kids and their protests..." and immediately caught myself. Then I came to the sad realization that its time to move on. I've spent 4 and 1/2 years chasing down a degree and in 2 months, I'll have that diploma in hand. Weird. So for what its worth, thanks for the protest Potsdam. You guys made me realize that I'm now too old for this stuff and that's a good thing.-RoggeThis morning I snagged the photos from a friend's facebook page. Thanks