The first week back at college is something that all students look forward to. As a freshman, I looked forward to actually seeing my friends in person, and not just through a screen on Houseparty. I was also ready to start new classes, meet new people, and see what would come of the second half of my first year of college. For returning upperclassmen, I’m sure they were ready to get back just to finish—especially those who were about to endure their last semester of college…ever. I’m sure I can speak on behalf of a majority of college students in that we were all looking forward to going back to school for the all so famous “Sylly Week.” In other words, we all wanted that last week to not have to care about doing work before it really started to kick in. For some of us (aka me) I was pounded with work and responsibilities. There was no holding back for giving out work in my classes. However, that didn’t stop me from experiencing the festivities of “Sylly Week.”

At the beginning of the fall semester, I didn’t think that “Sylly Week” was a real thing; I didn’t go out, and I didn’t know of anything happening. I immediately dove into my schoolwork, as I was afraid that I would be penalized for not doing it or something. Low and behold, I probably would have been okay if I chose to not seclude myself in my room for that week, as I was barely given any work anyway. By the end of the fall semester, everyone was already looking forward to the beginning of the spring semester just for “Sylly Week.” At that point, I knew I had to see what the hype was all about and actually go out during “Sylly Week.”

I had high expectations for what this semester’s “Sylly Week” would be like. The beginning of the week wasn’t as exciting, considering Monday and Tuesday aren’t typical nights for hosting parties, but in college one can find any reason to throw down. As the end of the week approached, things started to pick up. Thursday, in particular was when I noticed the most amount of people out…EVER.

I mean, we were all thinking the same things: we wanted to blow off steam from going to new classes during the week, being slammed with syllabi, or just to see if the frat DJ's improved their playlists over winter break. By the weekend, everyone was ready to go out and spend the whole night wandering around frat row, bouncing from party to party. For me, I was just ready to not have to worry about doing any work that would be due the next day.

Despite the amount of work that I had to do throughout the week, going out and spending time withy friends made it so much better. My expectations for “Sylly Week” were exceeded, and I’m glad I was able to spend it with great people. I would definitely have to look forward to upcoming “Sylly Weeks” during the future semesters.