Silly hour

[danaeris]

I miss the silly hour.

My freshman year, I lived at La Maison Francaise, or French House.

Sometime between midnight and 1 a.m. or thereabouts, students overwrought with studies would spontaneously converge upon the kitchen and those who were trying to get work done there. One particular student always came for a bowl of cereal; the rest simply came for a break. We knew it was time for the silly hour when he showed up for his cereal.

Insanity and hijinx would ensue. What I liked to call the Silly Hour was marked by particularly geeky, pun-ish humor, tinged with a certain strained, contained hysteria. It was like a pressure valve, one we all desperately needed.

Anyway, I miss it. It was fun. But not to be ever again, since you really need the critical mass of a dorm to make it happen.

Two! Two more chapters! Hahahahaha!

Comments

[kshandra]

I'll have to have isomeme tell you the story of Noisy Hour at Harvey Mudd....

[tunape.livejournal.com]

awww... LMF.... Slugs have coco time where a enthusiatic(and unknowing) frosh volunteers for the nightly call, we would know that it was time to start our psets at 11pm! :)