Friday was just another day here in Proctorland. I was leaving breakfast when Maintenance men Gary and Kenny asked me if I'd seen "the P" on the pond. Not having "P" spelled out, I misunderstood completely, and looked blankly at them. It turns out they were up before dawn...irritating sleepers with chainsaws to express their school spirit in pond ice.
Their extraordinary artwork requires constant maintenance itself to keep the floating square in the right spot.
On the way out of lunch I was apprehended by four co-eds who insisted I document their tattoos. The one on the thumb is tough to see:
Any fears that our student body is gradually becoming more traditional will be dispelled by this image of the men's varsity lacrosse Captain:
