We live for Thursdays and we weep when Saturday comes to an end.
At Wake Forest, we joke about the predictability of our weekends: bars on Thursdays, fraternities on Fridays, “narties” (night parties) on Saturdays. Bamboo, Miller’s, Joyner’s, Sofa, Dive, Burke, Gatsby’s. The same faces, the same conversations, just rearranged. The joke lands because it’s true. The repetition of our weekends mirrors the repetition of our overall social lives.
We go to one of these bars or fraternities and sit around, chat with the same faces and meet very few new ones. Often, people just hang around with the groups of people that they go out with, and don’t venture far beyond those groups. We fear approaching the unfamiliar…