Why I Joined DSA

Why I Joined DSA

After a day of marching, chanting, and booing at electeds as they skulked from chamber, we were met on the pavilion by DSA members bearing hamburgers and fries from Cookout. I knew DSA as good folks, but to see them suffer the punishing March winds in the most cursed city in all of the state to feed fast food to pissed-off teachers swelled my heart.