Darkness. Emptiness. Then, suddenly, light. You open your eyes, only to find yourself alone in the guy’s washroom on the fourth floor of Douglas Library. You stumble to your feet, and rubbing your eyes, you wonder why you had to take those extra 6 shots of Smirnoff. So much ragrets. As you drag yourself down the stairs to the exit, you reflect on how amazing your first night at Queen’s University was.