FAKE PADDY’S Madison

Madison MacArthur

Walking down East School Street, groups of people are greeting each other with compliments throughout their interactions. As these people congregated, they moved towards where music blared, cutting through yards of mud and puddles. A group of sophomore girls giggled as they slid through the mud, converse coated in the slick, running as soon as they’re free like a sea of neon green shamrocks that fly down the street.