#19 Runners to Your Mark, Get Set...

Today we had an event referred to by the staff as the "Weekday Weekender." Don't ask me why, that's just what they call it.

In the morning, I got to go to mini sessions of two classes I wasn't in: Drama and Philosophy.

In Drama we played a game called "In the Manner of the Word." One person leaves the room and the rest of the people sit in a circle and choose a word, usually and adjective. Then the person who left comes in and asks people in the circle to do certain actions 'in the manner of the word.' The person then tries to guess, from the hints given by the way people perform actions, what the word is.

Well, when I got to go outside, I decided that the first thing I would ask someone to do would be to mime getting ready for bed in the manner of the word.

When I asked my friend Lizzie to do it, the whole group started laughing crazily. Lizzie was extremely self-conscious, and asked me to pick someone else. So I did, and through the reaction of the group and the miming of the person I'd chosen, I figured out the word.

It was "sexily."

No comment.

Then I went to Philosophy, and we talked about such stirring things like, "Is it possibly to truly understand what being a bat feels like?" and "What if we're all brains in vats?"

Afterwards, I had lunch, and then we went to the races.

First up was the infamous "Drag Race." It was labeled a "Boy's Only" sport, and so we all guessed what it would be like long before it happened.

We have only one boy in the class, and we needed a pair. So our teacher chose to be the other victim.

Basically, the long and short od the Drag Race was that they all had to dress up like girls and wear high heels and run across a field. Our team won. Afterwards, the boys from all teams expressed their amazement that girls could actually walk in those things.
I entered in the Dizzy Race. Basically, I spun around a pole a couple of times, fell over, got stepped on, and nearly ran into other kids.

It was loads of fun.

Gode Bless,

Erienne