I have 3 rounds left in my five clip and my one-shot is loaded. Baring any unforeseen misfires or sloppy shots, I have 4 darts left… and 4 opponents remaining. What an entertaining equation…
It’s open season here at Hatch Hall. The latest craze to hit the Honors Floors is fighting with dart guns.
Yes, the same force that brought you “Field Bowling” and the infamous “The Milk Drinking Contest” have reached into their pasts and renewed our pleasure in faux gunplay.
Charleston Heston would be proud.
Starting on a whimsical trip to Wal-Mart (as many college misadventures do), cheaply priced singly shot dart guns were purchased by a small posse of people on the 5th floor.
The ambushes shortly followed.
The next day, the ante was raised with the introduction of a five-clip, rapid fire dart gun (by yours truly). Tomorrow, Nerf weapons will probably be purchased and Lord knows where the arms race will be before classes start on Tuesday.
It’s gonna be an interesting weekend.
I apologize for not updating yesterday and breaking a record chain of rants. I had the choice between another 3 paragraph applogy for only having 3 paragraphs or nothing at all. It was a difficult decision to make. Fortunately I got distracted for an hour, midnight came and went, and the point became moot.
Anyway, life in Hatch has become more lively since the doors opened yesterday at noon. I’m no longer the only one in the wing (in fact about a third of us are here, but that’s largely a rarity in the dorm). A few people came early to beat the “killer” storm that was supposed to cover Columbia in over 10 inches of snow. Later the forecast said a maximum of ten and leaning more toward eight. When the Hatchlings woke up today (many to the regular Thursday morning fire drill [which is something we may have wanted to mention to the new kids before they started evacuating {fortunately some cleaning ladies straightened them out before they got outside}] to a light powdering. We were supposed to get 2-4 inches of snow. This afternoon I was engaged in an argument if we even got the two inches.
The meteorologist may have struck out this time, but if the long-term forecast is right (heh heh…), they get another shot predicting snow fall this Saturday and later next week as well.
Despite the smiling pink flamingos in my window, I have to admit its Winter.
With this weather, I expect Hatch to remain isolated, with most people waiting till Sunday or Monday till they arrive and if the wind chill remains as constant as, there won’t be much frolicking outside.
Still, I can enjoy my warm room (whenever I decide to close my window) and take some comfort in the fact I have the best dart gun in the dorm; and it’s loaded.
At least, for now…
