By J. Corvine

“You learn to organize logistics without adults,” says Mira Chen, class of ’22. “You learn to fundraise without getting caught. One year, we built a functioning ferris wheel from old bicycle parts and a physics textbook. That’s not partying. That’s engineering.”

But those in the know —a self-selecting group of upperclassmen chosen by the outgoing senior class—know the truth. The retreat is a decoy.

That night is the . The Legend Officially, the festival does not exist. The school’s calendar lists a “Faculty Retreat” every second Saturday of May. Buses depart at 7:00 AM, carrying confused substitute teachers. By noon, the campus appears deserted.