I usually hate cougar mondays. Cougar mondays are where all the little pre-frosh come visit our campus and get herded around like cattle. You can always pick out the tour group. They're always huddled at an "important" landmark, there's usually 3 or more letter jackets being worn by the 17 year olds, and the parents are trying to look "cool" for their kids.

I usually avoid the group -- until today... I always wondered what the kids thought of the college students as they walked by, and I thought it'd be fun to scare the bejeezes out of them... So, as I was in our lobby, studying the mutarotation of beta-glucose, I acted as depressed and frustrated as I could. Throwing my book down, mumbling to myself, looking up towards the ceiling, raising my arms, asking God, "Why...? Why!?" I started pacing back and forth, wringing my hands together, trying to calm myself down, and then throwing my arms about with reckless abandon and getting upset again. Then, I acted taken aback that they saw me and packed my stuff up as fast as possible and ran passed them back upstairs to my room.

Note: The above wasn't true. I wouldn't do such a thing. But, it would've been funny if I did.


Slapped up here on 3/11/2002 02:12:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...