What IS versus What IF

Questioning possibility dives deep into the human brain, and as it stirs and festers, ideas grow. When something is wrong, an emotion takes hold and dreams develop. Days in and days out, something crawls within you.

Why is it this way, when it could be another way? Why did things develop this way?

How did we get where we are now? What if things were this way?

Influences serve as the maturation of your character. Even if a reward is denied, the offer has stood, and you have had your chances. Time is irreplaceable, and The What Ifs have no regrets.

Must you dive into your mind and prattle with your own possibilities?

Denison University has become a rather totalitarian place of living. One in which, few powers rule and the community abides. The administration  will use terms such as, “on the radar” to explain their watchful eye over those stepping out of Denison's status quo.

You as students have become slaves to this society. If you have been in trouble, you are likely to be followed by administration through emails and every movement. Every second, you have someone’s eye on you. Security will turn on you and quickly towards to GPD. They will be even quicker to go rip through your email and personal belongings to find anything that does not 'follow protocol'. 

The What Ifs are a closely knit group of Denison fellows who constantly prattle the daily rounds. We have sifted through the blarney and the bullshit; we are hacktivists, quiet revolutionists and seemingly loud figures alike. We are the unprincipled entities of your community, yet we confuse you by still maintaining officer positions in Denison organizations despite our judicial history.

Through us you are able see the flexibility of the mandates in place and you wonder how exactly we get away with what we do. We are here to let the students know there shall be redemption and we will be forever be working to cause the discursive struggles needed to get this University to thrive. 

What if and why?
Goodbye, watchful eye.

Lets your sorrows run long,
For your power is all gone

Pity and disgust fill our souls
Now it is time you pay the toll

Jeers,
The What Ifs