As a college student, especially one attending UAlbany, I am always asked, “How’s the party life?” It’s a question that I keep getting over and over again and apparently it’s due to fame (or infamy) that this school has acquired over the years.
But as my second year rolls on here in college, I still find myself with no real answers to give these people because I frankly do not know how the party life is. I tried testing the waters a few nights, I indulged my friends and went out with them to share some experiences.
The only experiences that I shared with them that night was a whole bunch of sketchy dark basements, sweaty strangers, and hot, sauna-like rooms. Yet all they could keep talking about was how “lit” the night was, to this day I am not to sure we are talking about the same night.
I quickly rejected the party scene and picked up a routine that I enjoy in my room. It consists of a group of close friends, good music and creativity. One of my first options came to me by inspiration that my brother gave me. He explained to me his college experiences and how he would break into academic buildings after hours and play manhunt with his friends.
This gave me the great idea to start the manhunt trend on my quad. I brought up the idea to a handful of friends and surely enough, manhunt Saturdays became tradition. Having the liberty of connected halls in some quads and enough random doors and rooms in others, manhunt became intense and competitive. Now I could have conversations about how “lit” my manhunt Saturdays were.
People always attack board games but then again I guess not everyone plays that same type of board games I do. Instead of going out and wasting money, time, and patience just to get into a cramp basement, I rather amend a few rules in monopoly and bring the party to the comfort of my dorm. Nothing is more fun than board games with a good ol’ college twist to them.
These are the type of college experiences that I was looking forward to, these are the college experiences that I am telling my friends about and these are the ones that I will be talking about when I am old. Stories that led me on adventures around campus, government buildings after hours and abandoned campsites near a hotel. Stories that sound a lot better than hospital sleepovers, pumped stomachs, and wicked hangovers
