I couldn’t decide what to tell you about yesterday, so in an homage to “This American Life“, I present to you a day, portrayed in three acts:
Last night we had our all-hall meeting. The SMCs did a skit that involved a dozen or so whip cream pies, and afterwards we had to hose down Martin Square. We had borrowed a small set of speakers from CIS, and I bent over to grab them and move them from the impending water spray. As I was coming back up and shifting the speakers to the side, I hit my head soundly on the edge of a rod holding up one of the 4-foot banners that adorn our campus. The themes shift from year to year, and apparently these are about “Hope”. Anyway, I hit it hard enough that I grew dizzy, and Levi said he could hear the entire pole rattle. I now have a small red lump, and my head has hurt all day.
My question is, how do I know if I have a concussion?
Last night Joel and I were sitting on the couch after the all-hall meeting, waiting for my Advil to kick in. We heard low male shouting and high-pitched girl screaming, and after a few moments we looked outside to see 5W Ashton standing on the patio in their boxers and briefs, serenading the ladies who had gathered on the balcony lounges with a mostly muttered rendition of “A Whole New World” from the movie Aladdin. We watched for a few minutes, and I gave up trying to tell them to keep the noise down. They scattered after a few minutes, and Joel and I shrugged our shoulders and went back inside.
And this, my friends, is what I do for a living.
Finally, as of yesterday I will be married in exactly 3 months.
I think that needs little explanation.