Senioritis: No More Drinking Holidays

Everything gets celebrated in college. No hook-up is too insignificant for an all day brunch recap and no detagging decision is too trivial to not involve all your friends. So it only gets crazier when it’s actually a nationally recognized holiday.

By Jenni

This year I celebrated my first and last St. Patrick’s day at college. Every other year I’ve been home on Spring break doing Irish Car bombs by myself while simultaneously stuffing corned beef in my mouth with my bare hands.

Because it’s a college holiday we chose to wake up before sunrise in order to start drinking as soon as possible. Before I could even wipe the sleep from my eyes and mop the drool off of my mouth someone was shoving beer down my throat. I brushed my teeth with Guinesss, washed my face with four-leaf clovers and started my day.

I didn’t have class until 2:00 so I  obviously drank until 1:59. The idea of drinking before class is always much funnier in theory than in reality. Taking notes when I can barely write my name and raising my hand to answer a question that I don’t know the answer to turned out not to be so much fun. Turns out my professor didn’t think it was too funny either.

And then from class we went to an authentic Irish bar. Once again, much better in theory. There were actual Irish people there. Not like fun Irish people like leprechauns. But more like the middle-aged Irish people who lived next door to you and never laughed when you said “Top ‘o the mornin’ to ya.” Then after 14 cups of Green bar we finally wised up, went back to the school bars, and attempted to figure out who was wearing real kelly green.

And as I sat munching my Irish soda bread I began to think that this is probably one of the last college holidays I’ll celebrate. Never again would it be socially acceptable to skip out on life to get drunk all day. Never again would I have people to wake me and pour beer down my throat while I was still in bed. Never again would I be surrounded by so many other people my age who thought they looked sexy in a green top hat.

Then again I still have Cinco de Mayo to look forward to. And if people thought I looked good with a leprechaun tattoo on my face, they will be blown away by how sexy I look in a poncho and sombrero.

[Photo courtesy of Steve Beger]