As Jenny approached the Crater, the venue of choice for the Goodbye US party, she couldn’t help but compare parties at Waverly to those in Manhattan. Back home, they sipped cocktails at bars in the Meatpacking District or attended galas at the Met. Well, at least some people did—Jenny was only occasionally invited. At Waverly, the parties were more of the outdoor-adventure variety. The Crater was a grassy depression a couple of hundred feet into the woods, just south of campus. The site was close enough to skip class and grab a smoke, but far enough away to not get busted. Over the years, enterprising Waverly students had arranged logs into benches that lined the Crater, so that the whole thing looked like some kind of medieval holy meeting ground. Attending a party there was a bit like going to a party at Stonehenge. Tonight, Heath had really outdone himself. There were heated tents along the rim of the Crater, so that it looked like a classy version of the Depression-era shantytowns Jenny had learned about in American history.
