As much as I obsess over Fairfield, I will admit I have had a love hate relationship with the school. There are those epic point days that will make all of your Snapchat friends jealous, and then there were those times you spent trying to find a townhouse party before you even knew how to get there. As a senior, I’ve been through it all. For the rest of you, it takes some time to work your way up. Here is how a weekend at Fairfield U looks like for each grade:
Freshman:
“OMG! The lax townhouse is totally throwing down this Friday. I really can’t wait to go. I know it’s only Monday but it’s def happening. So pumped.”
While gossiping in Barone throughout the whole week about which townhouses are having parties, keep in mind that nothing is ever set in stone. Come Friday night, you walk up to the townhouses hoping not to break an ankle in your heels all to be one of the hundreds of underclassmen wandering around. How the hell do you tell the difference between TH 64 and TH 46? You don’t because they all look the same to you. Finally you find where this party apparently is just to get a door slammed in your face. Ouch. Eventually you will have a group of nice kids let you in their house. Just when that happens, DPS shows up and breaks it up. Rough. Keep your heads up high freshmen. The nights where it seems there is nothing going on, it doesn’t hurt to chill in the dorms. Some of my best memoires were made in the freshman quad.
Sophomores:
“I know people at the townhouses and the beach…SO many options. Hopefully the stupid freshmen don’t ruin all the parties.”
Chill. That’s awesome your cousin has a townhouse or your sister’s boyfriend lives on the beach. As nice as it is to no longer be at the very bottom of the food chain, you are still underclassmen. Yes, you now know about all of the Point Saturdays and yes, some people may actually want you there, but don’t get too cocky. Time to get an Uber account if you don’t already have one. You will begin to despise the walk from The Village to the Townhouses once that chilly weather kicks in. If you still live in the quad, you will laugh at all of your village friends while walking back because your walk home is ten times faster than theirs. At least the townhouses are no longer foreign to you, and getting kicked out of them usually no longer happens. Sometimes you won’t even end up leaving Kostka and Claver and just order Dominoes. And no, you don’t hate it.
Juniors:
“Who do you know here?”
Townhouses. Just Townhouses. You are officially an upperclassman, and damn it feels good. Whether you are currently abroad, going abroad or staying on campus for the full year, the Townhouses will become your own separate community. Even if you do not live in a Townhouse, you will be there 75% of the time. You are now the people throwing parties, and you decide who goes. When RAs or DPS break them up, it doesn’t matter because you can still just hangout with all of your friends. Also, you don’t have to worry about spending money on Ubers because you will literally never leave. The only time you will ever step foot on the beach is Saturday afternoons.
Seniors:
“F*ck it let’s go to The Grape!”
You are the Kings of the castle. Even if you live on campus, you love the beach life. Being 21 has never felt so good. Your point pass is your golden ticket. Even when G-Force gets in the way, you still manage to have a great time. Day drinks are great because you finally know everyone there. At night when Nauts or parties get broken up before 11, you all just go to The Grape. Depending on your mood, you will go left to show off your killer moves or right to the serious side of The Grape if you’re tryna have deep intellectual conversations. You’ll become bros with Bobby the bartender, and familiarize yourself with Noel…absolute legend. After listening to the same exact soundtrack week after week, you make one final round before The Grape staff screams “LAST CALL!!!!!!” The lights flick on and you’re immediately getting shoved out the door. Time to post game and eat pizza. Same place same time tomorrow?
Until next weekend guys, go Stags!