So, today was supposed to suck. Today was supposed to suck big, hard, cock. It was supposed to be hot and humid and miserable. But no, this tuesday had to go and be one of the more funny things in recorded history.

First, the paper that i didn’t due last night wasn’t due, lifting an incredible weight from my scholastic shoulders. Next, we played Jeprody! in AP chem, leading to violence and anger, but nothing that couldn’t be resolved with a few delicious chocolate-chip cookies. But then, just when i thought the day reached its climax (maybe it had, maybe tuesday had two climaxes today, i mean, its possible, there was an awful lot of stimulation), it went and topped itself.

It all started with a few harmless marbles. Me and Kris Wesslen were rolling the marbles across the table in the commons room trying to get them through small holes created with torn paper. Well, Mrs. Winter soon confiscated a large portion of marbles, though not all of them. After we left, we scoured the floor searching for the marbles we lost. During this, someone began shouting ‘Marble!’ and pointing at one on the floor. This was misinterpreted as ‘Marco!’, and was quickly retured with a ‘Polo!’. After a few brief moments of initial confusion, it caught on. We were playing marco polo in the commons room, chairs, tables, innocent bystanders and all. I was the first victim. I blundered through the busy room with my eyes closed having tables, chairs, and backpacks thrown in my way, all the while yelling ‘Marco!’. Eventually, i tripped, soon to be gangraped by chairs on all sides. I collapsed on the ground and felt the chairs being pushed into me from all sides. In the confusion, i let out a “marco!” of distress, and heard the sole glimmer of hope in this seemingly lost situation. Neil’s voice replying “polo!”. As quickly as I could I lunged forward to tag him, and got a nice slap right on his ass. I was no longer ‘it’. This move was met by a small round of applause from the accidental audiance. But, we weren’t done yet. No, we weren’t going to be done until we were forced to be done. Now, Neil was going to be in the situation i had just experienced. We threw everything we could in the way, trying to get him to trip and make a fool of himself. Then, apparently attracted by the scent of fun, none other than Mr. Charles Fremuth himself stepped into the commons room to see what all the comotion was about. Neil, unaware of this due to his eyes being closed, was standing in the open yelling ‘Marco!’, but not getting a response. Neil continued to yell, in a tone that expresed his displeasure with the lack of replies. Just then, Fremuth spoke up. Neil turned around slowly and solemnly and opened his eyes into the face of a certain English Department Head that was clearly not as amused as we were. Hilarity ensued.

After all was said and done, we stopped and reflected on the situation, and agreed it was one of the larger advancements of human culture. Ever.