1. The Arb
Illegally confiscated cafeteria trays plus snow-covered hills equal endless epic nights. Just make sure to hide your pipe and pretend to be smelling the peonies when the ranger pops up out of nowhere; Hash Bash isn’t until April.
2. Football Saturdays at The Big House
Phi Psi blasting shitty party classics at 7am. Being drunk by 9am thanks to a stranger’s three-story beer bong and your competitive nature. A sea of maize and blue overtaking State Street and Hoover Avenue. Smashing your grandma’s homemade chili on the golf course amongst all the other out-of-town tailgaters. Those were the days.