Summers on a University Campus are at best measured chaos.
Universities think that the best way to encourage education in everyone is to have even younger kids come there during the summer. Summer camps abound over the hot dog days and children of ever increasingly younger ages flood into what was only weeks before the party dorms of the campus. Oh the irony.
The scholars bowl camp takes the cake though. Imagine if you will hundreds of bright young minds who gather for a week on the campus with one thing on their minds..... pin swapping.
yes, pin swapping.
They come and compete in intellectual battles over a variety of historical and hysterical puzzlers, then bombard each other and everyone in between, especially the cops with pins (badges) that border on lunacy. The cops are expected to arbitrate, collect and disperse said pins to hordes of grabby kids who are WAY too friendly and eager to barter over the pins (of Destiny- say it ignominiously)
So there I am quaking in terror as several thousand kids coming racing across the sward, their state pins, theiir school pins, their school club pins and their school extra curricular activities pins in hand waving them at us in enthusiastic cries of wild abandon.
Here I stand with my fellow guards holding a handful of coveted UT police pins against the hordes of children headed our way.
This is the life.....not.
Still it's time and a half...
and it beats working at Regal Cinemas..... well it beats working at McDonald's.
Universities think that the best way to encourage education in everyone is to have even younger kids come there during the summer. Summer camps abound over the hot dog days and children of ever increasingly younger ages flood into what was only weeks before the party dorms of the campus. Oh the irony.
The scholars bowl camp takes the cake though. Imagine if you will hundreds of bright young minds who gather for a week on the campus with one thing on their minds..... pin swapping.
yes, pin swapping.
They come and compete in intellectual battles over a variety of historical and hysterical puzzlers, then bombard each other and everyone in between, especially the cops with pins (badges) that border on lunacy. The cops are expected to arbitrate, collect and disperse said pins to hordes of grabby kids who are WAY too friendly and eager to barter over the pins (of Destiny- say it ignominiously)
So there I am quaking in terror as several thousand kids coming racing across the sward, their state pins, theiir school pins, their school club pins and their school extra curricular activities pins in hand waving them at us in enthusiastic cries of wild abandon.
Here I stand with my fellow guards holding a handful of coveted UT police pins against the hordes of children headed our way.
This is the life.....not.
Still it's time and a half...
and it beats working at Regal Cinemas..... well it beats working at McDonald's.
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