Word of caution to the readers: I have taken the liberty to be sarcastic and/ or superfluous at a few limited places in the space of this text. Please understand that everything below has been written in good humor. If nothing else, please disregard these places, and the text contained there within, as instances of a bad sense of humor genuinely possessed by me.
23rd October, 2009. 6 PM. A quiet gathering in the SYMH. Twelve Saybrugians were quietly thinking about the stress that had been occupying their minds, and that they were to release themselves off this weekend, as the semester had come storming in with mid-terms, interviews, papers, and what not. Master Hudak walked into the quiet gathering, car keys jingling in his hands, and said, “You guys and gals ready to have some fun.” (For those interested in sentential details: Master Hudak also annotated the correct usage of the word ‘gals’ versus ‘girls’ at this point) Even though it was getting darker, the skies in the minds of the twelve Saybrugians began to open. Horizons seemed clearer, and fresh air already started flowing into the nostrils. We were on our way to Vermont for the weekend!
The drive up to Master Hudak and Miss Van Dyke’s abode in VT wasn’t uneventful. In a typical Yale fashion, everything from politics to music to “I have slept for two hours this week” was discussed. Rest of the details are confidential—period
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