On the eve of my college graduation, I find myself reminiscing all the while over these past four years. The arcane jokes with cherished friends, the breakthrough moments in transformative classes, the clear nights that buzzed with the stunning urgency of our youth–– I am moved nearly to tears by the remembrance of these most perfect memories.  

Pete Davidson’s Rosse Hall stand-up set is not one of those memories. 

For anyone. It was a night I think a lot of people wish had never happened, Pete Davidson most of all, and we will be haunted by what happened in that auditorium for the rest of our lives. Only I have been carrying an additional burden from that night in April, 2018, and now that’s been long enough that I don’t think I could really get in trouble anymore, I am ready to lay my burden down.

I almost missed Pete Davidson’s stand-up set. I almost derailed the entire thing. Not five minutes before showtime, I was on the roof of Rosse Hall. And I had no clue how to get down.