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“It wasn’t a club. It was a phenomenon.”
I didn’t pledge, I didn’t rush, I didn’t even apply to half my classes… but the Fun Bunch accepted me anyway. We were barefoot philosophers, beer pong engineers, and masters of mischief. And Chester? He was our guru.
– TH, Class of ‘85, Baseball Mom & Fireball Visionary

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“I came to Clemson for an education… I stayed for the Fun Bunch.”
I don’t remember what class I took Monday mornings, but I do remember beer pitchers at Penny Annies on Thursday nights, the walk from 220 N Clemson Ave to downtown (walk of shame through the tennis court’s), and the Tequila party (enough said).’
– Renee, Class of ‘83, Former Bengal Babe & Weekend Weather Girl