Last night...

So we finally got to go out last night: the Senate Bus was running free this weekend. So we decide to leave at about 9:20. We get to the lot with the busses at like 9:10. The first bus starts pulling away.

“Where are you going?” we yell.

“All full!” the driver yells as the bus pulls away. We go to get on the other bus, but that one closes its doors. “This one’s full!” the driver tells us as he pulls away too.

So the group of about twenty of us left stand there waiting for the next bus. As though some mystical force is pulling the first year girls of Wellesley to the bus stop, clumps start arriving. Soon, there are about a hundred girls standing in the lot, milling about.

“We need to make a line,” one of the girls said. So we start trying to make a line with us in front.

In about twenty minutes, we see another bus coming. “There’s the bus!” the girl says. Pandemonium breaks out, girls start running after the bus, screaming, as it pulls into the lot. Girls press against the bus, the people coming back on the bus can hardly get out. They have to work to create a little funnel to get them out. Girls start pushing each other and I had to dive through to get a seat on the bus. Finally, we all get on and the doors close, but there’s still a huge group of girls standing in the street, pushing against the bus and yelling.

Girls on the bus, meanwhile, are sitting on each other’s laps to be on the bus. The bus pulls away.

We get on the road and one upper-class girl stands up. “Ladies!” she says, “Right now there is,” I tried to ignore the use of “is” in that context, “two men on the bus: the bus driver and this guy right here!” She points to a guy sitting next to him, who puts his head in his hands. There’s a press of girls to get closer.

“What’s your name?”

“Where do you go to school?”

“How old are you?”

“TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!”

He answers all of the questions with a slightly overwhelmed expression. Finally one girl asks, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” the guy responds, pointing to the girl that pointed him out.

“He’s taken, ladies!” the girl shouts.

“Aw…” everyone mutters. They all turn around and mostly start ignoring him. The girl still talks to him, asking him questions and talking about her own boyfriend. Finally, the girlfriend stands up again.

“Okay, girls,” she said. “We’re going to rate this guy,” she points, “on a scale of one to ten! Do I hear anything?”

There’s a bit of silence.

“Come on!” she said. “It’s about an hour bus ride!” She forces the guy to stand up.

“TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!” some people shout again. The girlfriend looks at her boyfriend expectantly. He sighs and shows a bit of his stomach. The girls cheer, but then give him a hard time for not taking the shirt off.

“You get a two! You didn’t take it off!” one girl yells.

“You hear them,” the girlfriend says. “Take it off!” She begins to pull the guy’s shirt off.

“Wait, wait!” the poor guy says. “Isn’t this illegal?” When he realizes that he’s not going to get anywhere with this crowd, he finally pulls his shirt off.

The woman starts: “Now do I hear a one?” Silence. “A two?” Silence again. “A three?” Silence. “Four? Five? Six? Seven? Eight?” All greeted with silence. “A nine?” A smattering of applause, then finally, “A ten?” The entire bus breaks out cheering. The guy quickly puts his shirt back on and sits down, now that it’s over.

And this is what happens to girls after a week without boys around.