If this were ten years ago, my Mongoose would be locked up in the schoolyard while I was scrubbing my desk with an SOS pad and watching classmates get ‘Perfect Attendance’ awards. Then for the rest of the afternoon it would be Big League Chew, Munchos, and Mountain Dew while we swam in backyard pools and played whiffle ball.
But no longer. It’s the last day of school – my last last day of school. There are classes to attend, review sessions to stop in at, but most importantly – it’s Prospect Day, second only to the Cortaca Jug in terms of people setting alarms to wake them up from their hangover to play beer pong and rip Jello shots.
So pack your cooler with ice, stay on the lawns (NOT ON THE CITY SIDEWALK!), and pray that you’ll make it through the night. Come to think of it, a bag of Munchos wouldn’t hurt.
Happy Prospect Day, Ithaca College.
