Yesterday, the assorted members of the Best College became more unified and close than I could ever have imagined. We began the day groggy, half asleep, but excited. By the end of the day, we were screaming out from ravaged throats and leading a procession all the way to our dining hall, flag waving and bagpipes screaming out to the streets. We become the college itself, proclaiming that we always win, even when we don't.
The events weren't really the highlight. It was the warpaint, the battle cries, the axes, the flag waving, the comrades in arms decked out in black and red and loving it. It was the lack of apathy and the excitement of proving how awesome we really were. It was taking over Nathan Hale and making him hold our flag. Of course, watching our fellow freshmen dominate in certain events was also quite gratifying (exhibit A: the danceoff), but mostly it was the collective realization that we were in this together, and that was what mattered.
Today, as I hid in my cave and typed furiously for hours, I realized how truly lucky I was to be in the company of such awesome people.
Only here will you see people screaming bloody murder over a walkoff. Just saying.
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