WesRave has arguably become Wesleyan’s most beloved, least controversial, wholly positive event. Have you ever heard someone seriously say, “YO, FUCK WESRAVE!?”
This year was the third WesRave, with a higher turnout, in my estimation, than the previous two (even though rain postponed this rave to Sunday before finals). Around 11 p.m., hundreds gathered on Foss (many with glowsticks) with an assortment of rave attire and pressed play at the same time. As the beat of “Cobrastyle” by Teddybears got going, so did the swaying of the crowd and the giggling and shrieks that could be heard above the music. A little over a minute in, the student shepherds started waving their gigantic racing flags to herd the crowd down Foss Hill and toward the CFA. Soon enough, our mass of silent ravers was running together, undoubtedly fueled by some alcohol and the exuberant crowd’s energy. This herding-running-dancing-more running-more dancing propelled the silent ravers from one campus location to the next, mapped out in the first hour as thusly: Foss–>CFA–>North College–>PAC–>Olin–>Usdan Courtyard–>PAC–>then I went to Late Night, what happened next?