February 3
Prompt: "It could ONLY happen at Interlochen."
This is the kind of Saturday night that could only happen at Interlochen:
So, in my senior year, there was a small group of us, led by Mishka and I and some of our best friends, that would play games in the Writing House whenever we got bored, hide-and-seek or "fight games" being our preference. So one night in mid-February, a bunch of us got bored (this is the beginning of a LOT of Interlochen stories: "some of us got bored") and decided to play a game of "Evil Scientist," where one person was the mad scientist, one team was her assistants, and the other was the police. The object of the game was to capture the mad scientist and "kill" her before she could destroy the world. Niki, the mad scientist, had Mishka and Emily H-C (a.k.a. the best fighters) on her team. Thomas and I were the police/government agents trying to capture Niki and her followers. Does this sound like a game that normal teenagers would play on a Saturday night? I doubt it.
A little context: Emily H-C and I had just finished a death-defying Physics assignment, and I had just had upwards of two dozen S'mores. I was sugar-high, and Emily and I were both post-homework high, and Mishka and Thomas were just bored (if I recall correctly). And Niki? She was always ready to engage in Dead Poet festivities. And one more little piece of information: You know those two dozen S'mores? Well, the reason I could get them in the first place was because that night just happened to be S'mores Night...which was almost always held at the Writing House. So, in addition to us, there were a couple of counselors and a few dozen spectators.
So, the games begin. I'll spare the gory details--all you need to know is that one of my MPA rivals witnessed me getting tackled by a fifteen-year-old girl one-third of my size, we almost got killed in an elevator, those of us wearing glasses got our specs knocked off multiple times, and it ended with Emily getting "epic rug burn," me getting a swollen lip, and Niki getting a bruised foot. (Lucky Mishka and Thomas, however, managed to escape injury.)
The fight in itself was epic--I swear, nothing is more cathartic than eating a bunch of chocolate and then burning the calories by getting your ass kicked--but afterwards, we played Loup-Garou (and if you don't know what that is, I suggest you Google it), and for the first time ever, I got to narrate (a.k.a. lead the game). Even with just five of us there--the game generally is more fun with more people--it led to quite a bit of laughter. Just to give a light background: Loup-Garou is French for "werewolf," and the objective of the game is for the werewolves to take over a village. There. That's my explanation. ;)
So THEN, it was time for us to sign in...but the fun didn't end there. Oh, no. I get back to DeRoy, my dorm, and discover that there is a fort-building contest in the making. Well, I couldn't miss out on that, could I? So I gathered as many sheets and heavy books from my room as I could, and assisted the rest of the girls on my floor in making a fort that was a true throwback to childhood: furniture for walls, sheets for curtains, cushions on the floor so we had something to sit on--and of course, the TV was totally visible and accessible, because what can you DO in a fort besides watch movies? This was girl bonding to the ultimate extreme. Even this late in the year, I didn't know half the girls on my floor very well, or even by name...but after that night, you can bet I did.
In the end, the boys won the fort-building contest, thanks to Aaron Tyson and his gaff tape, but we still had a damn good time. And of course, I couldn't let the night end without one more act of rebellion, so I jacked a handful of chocolate bars from the leftover s'mores supplies and took them upstairs to my girls...a perfect end to a perfect night. ;)
This all happened in one night. Can you believe that? Because I sure can't. And guess what? This was a totally normal occurrence at Interlochen. If this is a typical Saturday night for your high school...well, either you go to Interlochen, or this is not a typical Saturday night at your high school. That's really all there is to it.
STOLEN DIALOGUE (because I actually have some today! Wheeee!)
"This is tough, it's dry, it's overcooked, it's hard to cut...it's everything you want in a bad piece of meat."
"On another note, I like pie."
"If you examine it with any level of detail, Star Wars has more plot holes than Swiss cheese."
"If your gods are begging the Buddha to stick around, maybe you should take the Buddha seriously!"
"This is what the future looks like...no bras."
"The poke must go on!"
[In class, the computer keeps freezing while watching a DVD, at one point it freezes on a card that reads, "Let the dead rest in peace."
Student: Let this computer rest in peace!
"There's just something about me that says 'Badass' to the repressed Christian types."
Person one: Whatever she says, it's a lie.
Person two: We were talking about gay marriage.
Person one: ...
"I swear, he's afraid of vaginas! He cringes every time we talk about Vagina Monologues! I'm afraid of dead bodies, but I walked into the Catacombs...I'd like to see him walk into a cave full of vaginas!"
"I already hugged you, what do you want from me?!"
"It's like the double jeopardy of mistranslation."
"That is a LOT of vagina on your shirt..."
"You could do a real feminist number on the story of Buddha."
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