72HRS at Ball State

<p>By Rebekah Floyd | 72HRS</p>

By Rebekah Floyd | 72HRS

72HRS PHOTO | REBEKAH FLOYD

Thursday hits and you breathe a sigh of relief.

It’s finally the weekend.

Never mind that you have Friday morning classes, you’re going out. Tomorrow you can easily trick your professor into thinking you had a calm night of studying for his weekly iClicker quiz. And if not, who cares. You won’t be the first student or the last to show up to Friday classes feeling like the walking dead.

Let’s be honest: you came to Ball State for the education, but you stick around for the weekends. After sneaking past your RA just a little too intoxicated your first weekend away from home, you knew college really happened every Thursday through Sunday.

You learn quickly. If you can just survive the week of lectures and labs, you’ll have 72 hours of weekend to get wild, lounge, recharge and attempt to get your life together before you start your weekly routine all over.

Because it’s not the six hours at Bracken Library writing a research paper on the Byzantine Empire you remember, it’s the night you and your best friends got kicked off the karaoke stage at The Chug that matters.

It’s not the Wednesday walk to class you remember, it’s the walk of shame Sunday morning.

It’s not the weekdays you remember, it’s the 72HRS.

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