Well, that's one way to drive the point home, prof. Perhaps taking it a bit far though? Invasion of privacy and all that jazz. What'd you expect from a fine class of degenerates and academics and fratastic douchecanoes though? It's colllllege. Shoutout to whoever bought $240 worth of turtlenecks, by the way. 

Consider this a crash course for those out there inclined towards functional (or not at all...) degeneracy. Can't help but ponder how many college kids, once on track for higher learning, degrees, etc, found themselves hopelessly expelled post-Spring Break. Damn, did we have a lot of ridiculous, booze-soaked, maddening kind of material to work with this year! Anyways, read up on the idiots of the world that just weren't clever/smart enough to pull off lives outside the bounds of rule-abiding rationality. 

It's just about that time of the year again, dudes; yes, Spring Break. A time entrenched in sweet booze-soaked madness, and often given over to the questionably spontaneous, hedonistic whims of college students with nothing better to do with their time than let loose battle cries while chugging out the nearest handle in sight, amidst an endless procession of shotgunning beers; and maybe, just maybe even lighting up a few heaters. It would seem these awesomely wild times have a tendency to take place south of the border as well. 

Like a fine wine, some people just get better with age. Consider the grandma at hand, as a prime example; she's down south of the sun-drenched border aggressively knocking back shots (or just like, half the bottle) with a bunch of sorority girls that are just beginning to set sail on the epic, booze-soaked journey that the Spring Break of 2017 will surely prove to be. You've given the younger, less experienced alcoholics a lot to strive for Grams.