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A typical Friday night, 7pm. College is a ghost town. The energy in the corridors still reeks of survival tackies, alpha chanting and over-estimated confidence. All of a sudden, the thundering rhythmic entry of “Get Shaky” seeps its way through the halls.
“But it’s Friday?”
“Is something ON!?!?”
Its anarchy. Third year law students are already rapidly drafting their facebook posts to “calmly” let everyone know that there Really Is a Corporate Law Take-Home tonight and to seriously “keep the noise down”
seriously.
“‘I’m honestly happy I stayed, seriously it’s fine. I might just post something”.
Meanwhile, an anonymous first year girl is openly upset about not being plus-oned to the “Doof” held by the fourth year ex-ressie that she, alongside all the other first year plus-ones, has never heard of or met before.
“I mean, I don’t know them. We’ve never met. But it would’ve been nice to be invited. People just don’t think sometimes”.
With tears streaming down her face, she ghosts her friends who have been invited, struggling to comprehend how her best friend of four weeks couldn’t ask for another plus-one from the plus-one of a plus-one who plus-oned them. But she’s strong. She’s resilient. She came close to topping 2-unit math.
The people are gathering. Pres are in full effect. Non-participants are sweating up a heck-of-a Lake Eyre in volume. Invitees are feeling on top of the world, feeling humbly acknowledge by their “hosts” and wondering what conversation-starter they’re going to start with when they see them for the first time in 7 months, whilst they mask the social anxiety with 2 bottles of fat lamb.
“I’m not that stressed, we’re mates. I’m sure they still like me, otherwise why would they have invited me?”
Before departure, final touches are made.
An anonymous first year “boy” turns to his signature scent… the latest Lynx release he picked up from Spar on the way back from his lecture that day (fml).
The night came to a premature end however, when a rogue cloud of deodorant set off every single fire alarm on 1B.