Today in French Ryan drew obscene pictures that were also quite humorous: one of me with a dense beard and chest hair, one of Rachel as a witch holding a mystery bottle of something, one of Myla as a huge fat man saying "I need help!", and one of Madame Price as a man with a face covered in scars and a bare, skeletal foot, saying "Where is my shoe?"
Here's a sampling of an announcement overhead at the Prairie School: "If you are outside and happen to see a peacock on campus, you're not imagining it. Please don't try to catch it yourself, just tell someone in the office." Which reminds me of the time that I was on a run with Katie when the peacocks were making their calling noises, and she thought it was a giant cat meowing.
Tonight I am to be "induced" (I know, it's inducted) into the Cum Laude society at a special dinner. Will there be sacred rituals? No one knows. A sacrificial dance? It's possible. But hopefully there will be food.