It was that time of the year again: the night of foam and fun organized by our beloved Yale College Council. Despite the hype and “foam suffocation win” predicted by one poster on the Facebook event, some students were far from enthusiastic.

“I heard people got pink eye last year.”

“It’s like, sewer water!”

But I, intrepid (stupid) reporter that I am, gave these warnings no heed. As I was preparing myself, I bravely told my red-haired Australian suitemate that no, Maddy, we won’t contract swine flu.

So we went. There was foam. A lot of it. As Pek Shibao ’15 said, “It was like being in a bath with a hundred other people.”

And it was.