Fin.

I can't believe college is over. I'm writing this from home, half-crying, half-laughing. I have no idea what I'm going to do with my life and its a horrible feeling. I know I'll be in California, but that's it. Whatever, time to reflect:

I have no idea what we did on Wednesday. I know we did something but my memory is shot. I know I accumulated 27 missed calls from some kid I met on Monday, but thats it.

Thursday was the monumental Last Fever. Fever itself was the best it ever was. Everyone that mattered to me showed up, minus JC. There were bottles of this strawberry champagne stuff which was awesome. Around 2:30 or so these balloons and random stuff fell from the ceiling. It felt like New Years in Compton. I say this because it felt like I was getting shot. Brauch got knocked over but she took her floor time to nab a bunch of random free stuff. We gave it all to the stoop later. Post-fever was bullshit and I don't want to talk about it. It involved an unnecessary amount tears and a bad end to a good friendship.

Friday started horribly as I did not sleep the night before and had to deal with my family. I was a bit of a mess but I eventually rallied. Friday also made me realize how amazing my true friends are and how lucky I am to have them in my life. The crew went out to a huge dinner with all of our families which was really fun. Then we went back to the Compound to rage a bit with parents and what not. Even Jonah and his brother showed up! After all the families left, the Crew had a huge drunken chat, bitched about people and thus confirmed that we fucking rock.

Saturday was graduation. As planned, a few of us kept the pact and graduated naked under our gowns. That was refreshing. Our ceremony was actually pretty fun. It's so weird to think that I will not see the majority of those people ever again.

After grad, we had a huge "reception" at the compound. There's nothing I adore more than day-partying, especially with family in tow. My parents had never seen my apartment and they were pretty unimpressed with how disgusting it was. "Dad, that's a vase, I swear!"-"Yeah right Meaghan." Whatever. Well everyone got pretty smashed then went to dinner. Then reconvened at the compound for more raging. I had NEVER been to the Backer and I was totally down to go. A group of us walked over, got discouraged by the line as well as the lack of attractive people in the line and hopped in a cab to Finny's. I can still say that I have never been to the Backer. I'm really not that upset about it. Finny's was pretty fun, especially for Brauch who was seen making out with Scott's 32 year old brother all over the place. And I saw John and friend. We had a little post finny's sesh with awesome people and then called it a night.

I had to wake up insanely early on Sunday to go to breakfast with my fam and then came home and prompty puffed and crashed. I woke up and decided to creep around ND and scope the grad scene. I snuck into places that were roped off, got yelled at by the cops and took a bunch of pictures of the douchey protesters. Then I went to Legends by myself to watch the speeches and drink beers. I made some friends and it was pretty fun. Sunday night involved crew beerpong and a rather fun round of never have I ever.

Monday was brutal. Everyone fucking left and it was so sad. Brauch and I were the lone crew members in the bend. After packing forever, Brauchness and I were ready to party. She had a flight at 6 am Tuesday and I had to drive 14 hours home to Boston. Our intention was to go to our friends house, BBQ, drink a little, say goodbye and go to bed early. Yeah that didn't happen. Everyone at Brits house was awesome. I met the funniest kid ever named David. He went to IU which made perfect sense since he was actually normal, unlike the majority of Notre Dame dudes. Jonah and Molly showed up... JC, Ryan and Erin showed up... all in all it was rowdy. Around 4:20, Brauch, Brit, David and I went to Clover to help Brauch finish packing because she is ridiculous. Well David and I didn't really help.. sorry Brauchy. We left clover and took Brauchness to the airport. I was so fucking cold because I only had a dress on. It's a good thing I left my grad gown in my car because I wore it for warmth. After we parted ways with Brauch, Brit, David and I went back to brits. Everyone was passed out. David and I tried to sleep, but didn't. Finally I decided to leave. I went back to TC, packed up my car, popped some adderall, pounded a monster and hit the road by 8. At least I was sober by this point. I cruised out east completely cracked out and made it home in 13 hours flat. WHAT? When I got home I was shaking from sleep deprivation and passed out. And here I am, crewless and depressed with an unsure future and a million and a half memories from the best time of my life.

Tomorrow I'm going to make a cameo in Maine to party with my east coast crew and drown out my sorrows.

Adios