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The Secret School Festival begins at 10:00 PM, when the last security guard finishes his donut and falls asleep in the boiler room (a tradition upheld by a generous bribe of homemade shortbread). Students who have spent weeks carving hidden lanterns from pumpkins (imported from a farm three towns over) light the path to the old conservatory. The festival has no faculty supervision. That is the first rule. The second rule is that everyone must wear a mask, but not a store-bought one. Ariel Academy students spend their spring constructing masks from deconstructed textbooks, sheet music, and broken lab equipment.

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.

Just roll down your window.

By J. Corvine

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. -ENG- Ariel Academy--39-s Secret School Festival -R...

The school administration, for its part, maintains a willful blindness. Leaked emails suggest that the “Faculty Retreat” is actually held in the school’s own basement, where teachers drink cheap wine and listen to the thumping bass above them. They simply choose not to look. This year, a rumor has surfaced that the festival will not remain secret. An anonymous manifesto pinned to the school’s online forum reads:

You might hear the sound of children laughing like adults, and adults dancing like children. The Secret School Festival begins at 10:00 PM,

“The festival began as a gift to the lonely genius. It has become a hierarchy. This year, we leave the gates open. Let the town come. Let the parents see. Let the masks fall.”

For eleven months out of the year, Ariel Academy functions as one of the most prestigious—and notoriously strict—preparatory schools on the eastern seaboard. Polished brass railings, hushed libraries, and a uniform code that dictates the angle of one’s blazer buttons. Yet, according to a whisper network of alumni and a recently leaked student diary, there is one night when the gothic gates swing open to chaos, creativity, and the color red. That is the first rule

Whether this will be the final festival or the birth of a new, public tradition remains to be seen. But for one night in May, if you drive past the wrought-iron fences of Ariel Academy and see a single, floating lantern rise above the conservatory roof, do not call the authorities.

“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.”