Out in the Land

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little—bird:

whatwhatwhat:

This happened today. There were seven of us in our Decadent Literature class today. Seven. The girl who sits next to me brought some vodka/powerade so…yeah. It was a fun class. 

can you try to explain little five to me? i know i’m not a bloomington-er (-ite?) but i am sortof an alcoholic, so maybe i’ll get it anyway.

You just drink. All week. All day. Every day. There are insane parties every night, frat’s and sororities have events throughout the week, alumni are hanging around, no one goes to class…it is legitimately known as the biggest college party week (not counting spring break). 

Here is the description from urban dictionary:

The greatest college week of all time. Where a campus of 40,000+ students celebrate a seemingly ordinary bike race by engaging in a week of mind blowing, wasted beyond your wildest dreams, non stop parties. Where class shuts down and drunken students stumble from bar to bar, frat to frat, street to street, drinking everything in sight and no amount of alcohol poisoning can stop them. Where it is more than acceptable to start drinking the moment you awake, and slipNslides, mud wrestling, beer pong, live bands, and power hours are a daily occurence. The greatest college week in America, Indiana University Little 500.

Granted, this is my first Little 5 experience, but so far it’s pretty true to form.