what the?!?

What do you think when you see a girl dressed in blood-red scrubs, hefting a giant frying pan who stops whistling only long enough to gleefully tell you she's off to the trenches again?

I cautiously cross the street while wondering what color her scrubs were originally...

What do you think when your professor comes to class wearing a battery-powered bowtie and a Cat-in-the-Hat hat that rivals any towers coming out of Italy, and proceeds to tell you YOU'RE the ridiculous one?

I think of padded cells...

What do you think when you're taking a final and one of the questions is, "What is a pirate's favorite fast food restaurant?"

I think, Arbys?...

What do you think when you see a precipitous proliferation of polka-dotted pajama pants prancing across campus like so many poppies on a pleasant plateau; both babbling and burnt-out bodies blundering 'cross a quad quite comparable to Coleridge's "Kubla Khan"?

I suspiciously re-think the whole poppy thing...

But besides a few valid concerns about the “prescription pills” popped by the pirate-passionate professor, I decided it must be finals week.

And I’m glad it’s almost over.