The last days of the quarter are vibrating of intensity. I'm aware of every moment that goes by. Every time I'll run into a person in the street it might be the last time we'll ever meet.
Last night was hilarious, it was the Undie Run. Each quarter, at midnight between Wednesday and Thursday in Finals Week there is an Undie Run. A couple of thousand gauchos gather outside the library in underwear and then run through Isla Vista singing and cheering. The underwear was more or less revealing, there was a couple of Borats, some lingerie, a lot of glow sticks and body paint. 11:30 the Davisdon Plaza was packed, techno music blasting while people stripped down and threw their clothes in a pile that will be donated for some charitable purpose. Singing "Olé, olé, olé, olé, gauchos, gauchos!". At midnight the horde stormed the library (that is open until 2am) and run around between desks and computers with studious wide-eyed people. Then the flood of people turned and run across campus, past Freebirds and into Isla Vista. There was a poor woman in a car stuck in an intersection, waiting for the mass of more or less dressed students to run by. There was much confusion what route to take and soon the runners split into smaller groups. The event was definitely on the bizarre side of my experiences, but it was not at all weird to walk through the center of IV in a neon pink bra and matching Converse when everyone else did it too.
Last night was hilarious, it was the Undie Run. Each quarter, at midnight between Wednesday and Thursday in Finals Week there is an Undie Run. A couple of thousand gauchos gather outside the library in underwear and then run through Isla Vista singing and cheering. The underwear was more or less revealing, there was a couple of Borats, some lingerie, a lot of glow sticks and body paint. 11:30 the Davisdon Plaza was packed, techno music blasting while people stripped down and threw their clothes in a pile that will be donated for some charitable purpose. Singing "Olé, olé, olé, olé, gauchos, gauchos!". At midnight the horde stormed the library (that is open until 2am) and run around between desks and computers with studious wide-eyed people. Then the flood of people turned and run across campus, past Freebirds and into Isla Vista. There was a poor woman in a car stuck in an intersection, waiting for the mass of more or less dressed students to run by. There was much confusion what route to take and soon the runners split into smaller groups. The event was definitely on the bizarre side of my experiences, but it was not at all weird to walk through the center of IV in a neon pink bra and matching Converse when everyone else did it too.
Check out pics from the event on Facebook.
This morning I had one final in history, quite fast and painless, then I did my laundry and packed my bags, everything before 10:30. I have my last final at 4 and then it's time for one last dance down town.
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