The thing you've been waiting for all year is finally here. After a week of nonstop studying, all-nighters, and finals, you're ready to forget about all of that in five minutes and let loose at the beach.
This is what we've been waiting for all year. Finals are over, you've bought five new bathing suits and a ton of snacks, and you're ready. Naturally you pack everything you own, even though you really only need bathing suits and like one outfit, and you're ready. It's go time.
The drive there
You pick up all your friends, pack everyone's stuff into the car, which barely fits because everyone overpacked, and hit the road. It feels like the longest drive of your life because you just want to get there, even though you're going 20 miles per hour over the speed limit the whole drive.
Arriving
After the longest drive of your life, you're finally here. Five minutes later your neighbors are already raging and you're joining them. What time is it? Who cares, it's beach week.
The first night
Before you know it, the first day has flown by and it's time to get ready to go out. Somehow you get yourself into the shower, do your hair and makeup, eat something that is not even close to a real dinner, and make your way to the club.
The second day
You made it through the first night and no one in your house went to the hospital or got arrested, but you're looking online to see who else's mugshot you can find. The sun is shining, the squad is all home, and it's time to go to the beach.
Every day after that
This is where things start to turn not as fun. You're sunburned, haven't eaten a real meal in days, have been sleeping in a horribly uncomfortable, sand-filled bed, your house is trashed, and some people have already gone home. On top of all that, the days have blurred into one long day and you don't even know what day it is.
Eviction
Maybe you made it halfway through the week, maybe you only made it through the first night, but half of the houses are getting evicted. If you're not packing your bags and heading home, you're making your way back to the beach, reluctantly. Everyone's pretty ready to go home.
The drive home
You thought the drive there was the longest drive of your life? You thought wrong. Words can't describe how you feel and you just want to get home. You act like you're never going back to beach week, but deep down you can't wait for next year.
