It’s been about a week since Homecoming ended, so I’ve had plenty of time to reflect on my experiences before telling you about them. 

            I’d just like to start by saying it’s definitely as bad as everyone told me it was going to be.  Honestly, that week was the worst seven days of my life.  I’m dead serious.  Sure, there were some other factors adding to my despondency, but Homecoming didn’t help to rectify the situation.  I didn’t even really start to get involved until the Wednesday of that week, but those few days of involvement wore me out.  I think I averaged about three hours of sleep a night last week, and that’s actually more than a couple of my pledge brothers managed to get.  Insanity.  

            There was a core group of guys who would stay up all night working on the float, waiting until after class in the morning to get some sleep.  That’s ridiculous.  I only had two all-nighters, but that’s all I needed.  I can’t deal with sleep deprivation.  It amazes me that people all over campus were sacrificing their health to finish constructing a giant Wally that was just going to get destroyed after the game.

            Well, ours was destroyed.  Our Wally fell down, and everyone thought it would be a great idea to tear the hell out of it right after the fact.  They didn’t even try to fix it.  They didn’t even give me any time to take a picture of it. 

            I don’t know.  Everyone says Homecoming is something you look back on and think, “Gee, that was horrible, but now that it’s over I’m glad I did it.”  That’s definitely not how I feel.  I look back and say, “That was the worst week of my life.”  That’s not hyperbole, either.  I’m serious when I say that, and you couldn’t pay me to do it over.  After I post this, I’m just going to pretend the whole thing never happened—I’ll erase it from my memory.  It’s probably for the best.  

            Still, I’m sure some people enjoyed it, and I’m happy they did.  I’m sure there are people who are proud of all the hard work they put into it, and are glad they got to share the experience with their pledge brothers.  I mean, I guess it’s a good thing; it’s just not something I enjoyed.  Hopefully I’m the only one who feels that way.