Once again, the youth of America escape from the rigors of marching in campus protests, hiding in safe spaces, and repelling assaults upon their fragile sensitivities. There is only so much academic stress that a snowflake can handle before they find a need to return to the seashore, get severely intoxicated, flail around while being mostly naked, and trash public property somewhere other than the quad back on the campus.
So long as nobody gets severely injured or ends up dead, I suppose this annual ritual of higher education is fairly innocuous – a futile exercise of flipping the bird at the “establishment” before they graduate and become part of the system they abhor.
(After all, they will need to earn enough money to pay off the student loans before they can afford to move out of their parents’ house.)
But even after they are grown up, the children still refuse to clean up their room.