I don’t think that beach weekend is designed to teach you much of anything. But, if you look hard enough, you can learn anything from any situation. After spending the weekend in Dirty Myrtle, this is what I learned - some good, some bad, and some indescribable. What happens at the beach stays at the beach right?
- Sleeping is so important: There is literally no place to sleep when ONE fraternity and their dates only rent THREE houses. Just food for thought, that is way more people than places to sleep. I slept on a couch with one of my friends in a different house than my date. Both nights. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
- Don’t drink out of anything that isn’t meant for drinking out of: This seems like something we probably learned in kindergarten. BUT some people still haven’t gotten the memo. Shout out to the kid that drank out of that dead jellyfish. Good luck out there.
- Showering: Also something we should have learned a long time ago. But again, showering daily rocks. You take it for granted until you are sandy and sunburned and covered in whatever someone accidentally poured on you. Then, you realize the shower is by no means a place you want to be. But you have to make it work.
- The closest friendships form at beach weekends: In these kinds of tough conditions, friends get closer because everyone realizes that it is the best part of the weekend.
- Spanish Galleon: That’s all. Literally best part of the weekend was running wild and free at a strange club with so many people that it shouldn’t have been fun. God bless the Spanish Galleon.
- Food is super expensive: Will not lie, this weekend did a number on my bank account and everything I bought had cheese and bread of some kind. Which leads me to my next point…
- Eating a balanced diet is important: No one should eat that many different forms of pizza. Pizza on bagels, pizza in pockets, regular pizza, pizza goldfish. Honestly, it was like the Forest Gump of pizza.
- Running around off campus and just wasting time with your friends on a beach, despite shocking living conditions, is a great way to spend a weekend: Yes, there were some things that could have been better… but ultimately, just spending time with my friends and meeting new people and watching people I don’t know do dumb stuff was a great way to spend the weekend. Yes, I still have sand in my bag and I feel like I need to eat salad for the next 12 years—but good times only. Good ole Dirty Myrtle.
