Tip of the Post:
Participate in as many residence games and events as possible. They’re a blast, though sometimes short-lived.
After much anticipation, I was stoked to find out that Korea house was going to have our own game of “Sock Wars”. Basically, it’s a version of tag.
Actually, it’s a bit more like dodgeball. With socks. And instead of a border that separates the opponents, the gameplay territory is virtually endless (although you are safe in bathrooms, the dining hall, your room, and your RA’s room).
Knowing that my red hair would be an issue of quick identification, I considered my options:
1) Wear a headscarf.
2) Scratch the headscarf. Go for a burka.
3) Make my facebook profile only visible to current friends and change my profile picture to “SOCK WARS IS ON, BITCHES!”
I thought about it and went with the third option, knowing that I couldn’t pull off wearing the headscarf for 30 days in a row and that I would probably stand out even more wearing a burka. I also took down my nametag from my door. The perfect disguise. Better yet, I knew who my target was and had stalked her earlier this morning and found her room (your little “switching signs” trick didn’t work, muahaha). And then I saw her in the dining hall this evening with the assistance of a friend who lives on her floor. I had all my bases covered. Nothing could touch me.
Except Google.
And, more specifically, this blog. My assassin Google’d me and found this journal! DAMNATION!
If I had made it back to my room when I returned from dinner, I would have been surprised to see a rather creepy sign taped to my door with the picture of me tossing leaves and the caption: Hi Lindsay. See you soon written underneath it. That wasn’t, however, the case.
I had just reached my floor and began walking down the hallway when I heard thundering steps coming from the stairwell which I had just exited. Normally, I would have panicked, but I was so confident with my cover that I didn’t think it had anything to do with Sock Wars. But then I heard the door slam open and something large sprinting down the hallway in my direction.
By this point I was three or four feet from the bathroom doorway and attempted to jump inside, spinning around as I did so. I did manage to land in the bathroom, but not before I saw the image of a large, white ball streaking towards my body with some guy’s arm attached to it. And not before that ball hit me.
My Olympic jump was celebrated by the guy on the floor who was screaming, “I got you! Oh my GOD I got you!” quickly followed by the voice of two girls explaining how they had seen my red hair as I went up the stairs and told him.
So I died on the first day. I don’t regret it (much). I think it was one of the most epic deaths I have heard of yet, and I congratulate my assassin. You got me :).
And now I can return to blogging in peace.
Or can I? *cue X-Files music…*
Love!
Lindsay
ps. I got 90% on my second physics midterm. A 27% increase from last time. Feel free to rain praise on me, if you want.