I've heard tell of an amazing weekend in an otherwise shitty town called Meadville. Springfest has always been a time for freshman to meet new people they won't remember and for the seniors to have one last go at the underclassmen they've been eyeing for the past year or three. It's mostly a time for everyone to get their last parties in before the end of the year, only it's supported with a 'we'll mostly look the other way' kind of attitude by the school.
No killings or date rapes or too much underage drinking, and everything is all clear. Well all clear is no fun. A party that goes off without a hitch gets forgotten too easily. I remember the times I'd get in fights, I remember the times I'd get kicked out of the establishment supplying me my end of the week sustenance, I basically only remember the oddities. The perfect party gets filed under the heading of a 'decent weekend' and is swept under the carpet of foggy college memories. The nights I'd spend in relative comfort and distraction don't quite meet up with the time that I pissed my pants in front of a police officer. They don't even come close to assaulting the soccer team, either time. I won't remember the 'good' party that I didn't get kicked out of, but I will remember the time I was dragged out because I stole the jungle juice bucket and tried to bong it in the backyard.
Springfest provides the last opportunity to stretch my legs as a senior, my last 'fest' of any kind in Meadville ought to be an 'awesomefest.' I'm not that interested, to tell the truth. It's a switch, for me. The people this weekend ought to have their fun all year long without being constrained to merely a weekend of debauchery. It's a life they live, seeking fun and courting her. Springfest isn't for these people, it's for everyone else. The excuse to go out and let yourself spend a night or two having fun with few repercussions calls to the people who don't seek the thrills or date the danger.
These folks will go out and get too drunk for their own good and make their own memorable weekend because they 'don't normally do that sort of thing.' I wasn't allowed on campus for last year's Springfest and it turned out to be a pretty good weekend. I got drunk in the Sahside and fell down a couple times. Springfest in Meadville is amateur weekend. The people who don't normally drink decide to and hilarity does not tend to follow. Bad hookups and stupid decisions to profess their love to people does tend to follow, however.
They'll remember it only because it's so abnormal for them, for me, it's just another weekend. In fact, only a few weeks ago my housemates went out of town and I threw a party because they weren't around. The police showed up for a noise complaint, I built a beer pong table in my garage, lit a bunch of stuff on fire, broke a chair (which we subsequently also set ablaze) and fell asleep at 9pm. It was a damn fine re-enactment of Springfest, only without the school's consent. That's a hell of a Saturday, akin to the one where a townie pulled a shotgun on me for pissing on his house but didn't bat an eye over the 30 or so people partying in his backyard.
These people only go through the motions, they fake it for a day or two. They pretend to love what I hold dear and the hypocrisy is a smack in the face. I hold no grudge against anyone who takes the opportunity to let loose, I just don't think I want to be a part of it. I'm making a trek to State College this upcoming weekend.
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