My Birthday Was in Septemeber

We have a tradition here at Austin College know as the "Improv Study Break" each year you bring that textbook you've been staring at for the past 48hours and watch our improv team use it, and anything else with words you care to throw at them, as their script. This year in addition to this traditional routine, they also performed a made up musical about a yellow tadpole named Pippin living in a pond of toxic waste.
So anyway, I went to that thinking it would make for a nice study break. After all, as I learned in Psychology 101, laughter is one of the best stress relievers out there. This "study break" wouldn't have been a problem except that after the improve show I got a text from my friend Sophie informing me that real life fruit ninja was going down and I just couldn't pass that up!***

***Just in case you didn't know, fruit ninja is an video(?) game where you chop random pieces of fruit that fly across the screen while trying to avoid the bombs that are also flying around. My friends, being the wonderfully crazy, creative people that they are, found that this could easily be replicated with some extra caf fruit and a wooden martial arts sword. Obviously there are no bombs, although someone did bring a slingshot to the party.....but I digress.***

Looking back I should have realized I was headed for trouble since I was breaking one of my cardinal life rules:  always be where you're supposed to be (because 98% of the trouble a person can get into is from not being where they're supposed to be doing what they're supposed to be doing). I should have been back in my room studying my little heart out, not out in some field with my friends pelting each other with citrus. If I had been studying, it wouldn't have mattered that as we were packing up to leave Michael reminded everyone of their vow to throw me in the birthday fountain. (---I mean, never mind the fact that my birthday was back in SEPTEMBER.) If I had been studying, I wouldn't have found myself running from what, to an outsider, would appear to be an angry mob of college students covered in fruit juice. If I had been studying, I wouldn't have been picked up and dragged clear across campus kicking and screaming and dunked in a fountain.

But alas I wasn't and so I was.

In case you couldn't tell, I was not overly pleased with those two

I wasn't the only victim that night. Ray and Susie both have summer birthday's and Talia's was in January so our friends decided to just throw all of us in.

Now, to be honest, it really wasn't that bad. I mean sure it was a little cold, and I may have lost a little chunk of hair in the struggle to "get away", but I made them buy me ice cream after and so it was all good.