I was called to pick up someone from what looked like an ordinary house. As I got closer, I saw a huge throng of people pouring out of the house. My passenger saw me and ran towards the car. He got in introduced himself and we were on our way.
As I pulled away, I saw two firetrucks coming our direction. I jokingly asked him if he thought they were going to that house. He said he wouldn’t doubt it.
He asked me if I had lived here long and wondered if I had gone to the University. I told him no on both accounts. He said he was amazed at the level of partying this school does. He just transferred here from Chicago and he thought they partied there but it was nothing to the level of this university. And he did not say that like it was cool or he was impressed. He said it in an almost frightened way.
He said almost every night is a party at this school. Especially Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. Oh, and Saturdays because of the football games. Even when they don’t have a game in town, the school parties hard.
I said I normally steer clear of the university here, but everywhere I’ve lived, Thursday was a college night. He told me that was not the case in Chicago. I did tell him that I was surprised to hear about Tuesdays though, as I didn’t imagine that to be a party night, but that was normally the night I took off.
He said Tuesdays were pretty crazy. I told him Wednesdays were a pretty crazy night around town for college kids because a lot of bars offered dollar beers to for “Wild Wednesdays”. He said that was the one night he wasn’t aware of but he would steer clear of that wildness as it was one of the few nights his dorm was quiet enough to study and his frat bros weren’t dragging him to another party.
He went on to say he wasn’t sure that he was going to be back again next year. They partied too much for him here. He wondered if they ever got any homework done. he was in a frat that he had joined back in his school in Chicago, and when he came here and met his frat brothers at this school, he couldn’t understand how they can party and drink so much.
He was going to try and transfer to a Chicago college next year where he might be able to do focus more on studying. His family were legacies at Northwestern, but he hadn’t had the grades to go there. That’s how he wound up here. He was hoping to focus on his grades here so he could get them good enough to transfer to Northwestern. But with all the partying, he wasn’t sure that was going to be possible.
As we pulled up to his dorm, he commented that he was surprised that there were no cop cars parked outside tonight. Normally, when he came back home, there would always be two or three police cars dealing with problems in the dorm. I told him, maybe it was a good night. A quiet night. He said, “It’s still early.”
It was 1:30 AM.
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