So it's Registration Day for my very first semester at the University of Prince Edward Island. I'm waiting in line to get my student loan (because boy oh boy, do I ever need one), and my friend Alex is waiting with me.

We're talking about extracurricular activities, clubs, and so on.

"So," Alex says, "are you joining any clubs this year? Like the debate team?"

"Nah, not likely," I say. "I don't even think there is a debate team at UPEI, nor is there a philosophy club. All the other clubs are just excuses for a pub crawl -- and you know me, I don't drink."

"Heh, yeah," Alex replies. "We should start our own."

Now of course, he wasn't serious. When is he ever serious? But it got my wheels turning.

And there, in that student loan queue, was born the DSA, with me as Member #1 and Alex as Member #2.

Within a week, the DSA included two handfuls of members, some of whom weren't even students -- it's not like we cared, we're decadent. There was much debate about whether the "D" stood for "decadent" or "degenerate;" the debate was never resolved, but that's okay because nobody really cares except Ansomatica, who made the Degenerate Students' Association node. The "D" could also stand for "dysfunctional" or even "depraved." Membership standing is evaluated according to the freqency with which one receives the infamous degenerate points.

The Decadent Students' Association got me arrested on at least one occasion.