My best memory at Westy occurred at the very end of last year. It was the last day of exams and everyone waas leaving the hill to go home except for the juniors. We all had to take the SAT II's so we were there until the following morning. It was pouring rain and we all got the fabulous idea to go mudsliding as a form. Everyone piled out onto the quad and we began mudsliding in a HUGE and muddy pile that formed over by the path heading to Andrews. We took turns sliding through the mud, laughing and enjoying ourselves in the rain. Mr. Doucette came out several times yelling at us to move because we were ruining the grass, but we were having too much fun to listen. We waited until he went back inside and then we continued our mudsliding. Finally, after being yelled at for the last time, we made our way down to the lower fields in search of more mud and water. The group got a little smaller, but all of our friends were outside looking for a place to go slide. Much to our dismay, there was really no buildup of water that we could slide through, but we had fun just running around. At the end of the day, we were all tired, wet, and extremely muddy. The rain had stopped, but the memory will always stay in my head. It was so much fun to have everyone outside, drama free, not worrying about anything, but our summer break that began the next day.