In a span of four days in which any one Penn student may have spent in the upwards of $300 on various downtowns, pool parties, concerts, and on-campus parties, it would seem to the outside observer that Spring Fling is just another means by which the social scene at Penn saps the average student’s funds to near-zero before returning home (or to whatever internship or finance job one might have obtained for the summer).
Yet, regardless of how much one might or might not have spent, it is no small wonder that this weekend is widely regarded as the pinnacle of social experience on our campus. Whether you spent $20 or $300, there were an absurd amount of things to do over a perfectly warm, sunburnt weekend (or four days…or five…or a whole week, for the most ambitious of Quakers).
Complete with kegs and eggs, wakes and bakes, and copious other cleverly rhyming and ridiculously early bangers filled every corner of campus with Chance songs and the smell of mimosas starting at 9 AM Friday mornings. To a freshman as myself who had heard vaguely of something in the spring revolving around a concert and a weekend of day parties, to say the scene was overwhelming would be a wild understatement.
However, it was exactly the kind of overwhelming that makes these weekends of our college experiences so memorable. Not to mention, Chance was a manifold better grab than Kesha – even if Blau blew and the main act didn’t come on for a solid hour, the 45 minutes a sick and birthday-celebrating Chance the Rapper made any wait or bad opener worth it all.
Only another 361 days, right?