Inspired by the pair of undergraduates I saw yelling back and forth to one another this afternoon, one leaning out the window of a third floor room and one below on the walkway. But it did snow today, so perhaps everyone is a little freaked out and a certain amount of strange behavior is excusable. (Holy shit, it snowed! I’m glad it didn’t happen during class this morning, or we would all have spent seventy-five minutes staring out the window in horror and fascination and there would have been no discussion of Herodotus.)
and 3., Susanna shows us that serenading is not just for the boys. The walkway-level serenader this afternoon was a young woman, so this entirely appropriate. Röschmann does it with a little more style, though. And she is not wearing Uggs, which is a win for everyone.
Then there’s this, which should probably just be ignored until it goes away:
(It’s from PDQ Bach’s The Abduction of Figaro.)