Finally a senior, Bwogger Victoria Arancio has been waiting for Wednesday Senior Nights since her first year. Here are her thoughts in this coming-of-age shitpost.
I should preface with this: my beef with Senior Nights is not with the organization, but merely the culture. Having an excuse to go out with friends on a Wednesday night has brought me great joy, and I am sure that there are other seniors want a break from pulling their hair out, trying to figure out their future looks like. I wanted Senior Nights to be a celebration of friendship: remembering all of our Carman and Beta parties of the past and what nights those brought. Senior Nights should be a celebration of growth and a time to enjoy what we have now. Senior Class Council has had to please not only the frat bros that would tattoo the Mel’s logo on their ass but also the traditionalists that prefer a more high-brow event at Amity Hall, and yo-yoing between the two bars ensued on the first night. I started promptly at Mel’s, happy with a free beer that was comparatively less frothy than others that night. I danced with my friends in a small corner even though we couldn’t hear the music, ducked from a wave of vomit that came from a guy at the bar, and dodged characters from my past that I tried to forget so long ago. As the night materialized, my friends and I gave up on our Senior Night fever dream, taking up space in 1020 instead because standing on line for hours to get into Amity sounded like a nightmare.
Last week, I prepared to hedge my bets on Amity, as Mel’s became a safe space for GS students that would rather not be associated with the antics of 21-year-olds. My friends and I were hopeful, blaming our disappointment on the excitement of the first senior night. Getting to Amity early meant being able to cash-out on cheaper drinks (Yay!) but within a half-hour window, dozens of people flooded the dance floor. We held out for as long as possible, but the music was bad (like early 2000s but like, the bad early 2000s) and there wasn’t anything really exciting happening. Where was the themes? Why did Amity let so many people in? Why don’t I recognize anyone?
This Wednesday, I went into Amity determined to have a good time. With a solid pregame under my belt, my friends and I had a strong showing early into the night, taking up lots of space as we were dancing to classic Rihanna and Kanye hits. We watched the line outside form and soon realized that once that crowd made it past the bouncer, our fun was to end. One of my friends got lost in the crowd on her way to the bathroom. Another dropped basically everything in her purse on the floor, and with my iPhone flashlight, I made a strobe light party of my own as I searched for her keys and wallet in between people’s legs. I had to push my way through 4 different groups before I could make it to the door, and for what? Only 30 solid minutes of dancing like an inflatable from a car dealership.
Why am I going on this long play-by-play? It’s because Senior Night is lack-luster. I would think that “the beginning of the end” would mean better parties and enjoyable song choices. Why do I have to squeeze through a thick layer of men crowding the bar before I can get a reasonably priced drink? Why have we not mastered the perfect balance of talking and dancing at the same time? Maybe I thought my friends and I would have more fun, and maybe as school gets harder with time, less people will go out. When that happens, that’s when I’ll give Senior Night another shot.
now that looks like a party via Wikimedia Commons