Finals bring out the craziness in people. For example today:
1. I saw some boy dressed in a zombie get-up. Make-up, ripped clothes, and everything. I will admit I was a little concerned when I first saw him. My heart started settling down only after I saw his backpack and realized he was harmless. Hopefully.
2. A different boy was yodeling in the library. He was actually quite good, I only wished he would do it somewhere other than the quiet zone.
3. A boy's (are you sensing a pattern here?) cell phone started to ring loudly in my last humanities class. He stood up and started saying something (what the? who does this kid think he is?). I don't remember exactly what he said, but it was something about saving the world. So he started taking off his clothing only to uncover a superman outfit. He made a scene and ran out the classroom door. The professor thought he was gone so he continued with class, but superman came back and asked, "is anyone else going to help me?" At this point a girl stood up and uncovered a batman (batwoman) suite. As she climbed over two rows of chairs she exclaimed, "I'll help you save the world one day at a time." Then both set off. Where? We don't know. They never came back until after class to pick up their backpacks and clothes.
And this all happened before 12:30 P.M. Who knows what the rest of today has in store.