Today I saw more of my classmates' legs than I could have ever dreamed.
Through the magic of a tiny campus and an even tinier teaching staff, some 2013ers learned that one of our professors celebrates the day of his birth on the fourth of December (annually!). There was no way that this day could pass by unrecognized. A flurry of preparations ensued, culminating in a presentation to rival the Highland Games. Did I mention that our professor is Scottish?
A massive, swirling effort continued late into the eve of the celebration. At the height of activity, spaces dedicated to our work included:
Dorm room, with sewing machine
West Hall kitchen
Academic Center design studio
Fourth floor laundry room, prime pressing territory
The entirety of the hallway outside of said laundry room
In the end, my classmates managed to produce thirty-two (32) kilts (delivered personally, with instructions entitled something along the lines of "How to Use Your Kilt"), one (1) fully-decorated studio, complete with over twenty feet of math humor (An infinite crowd of mathematicians enters a bar. The first one orders a pint, the second on a half pint, the third one a quarter pint - "I understand," says the bartender, and pours two pints), and a cake decorated with our professor's family tartan.
The entire class gathered in his studio, a large portion clad in kilts, ready to greet him with a chorus of "Happy Birthday" paired with a recording of traditional Scottish tunes - bagpipes and all. Needless to say, the reaction was priceless.
Final projects were momentarily forgotten, we all consumed delightful baked goods, and many were permitted to experience the joys of non-restrictive clothing for the first time. 'Twas the whole kilt 'n' caboodle, if you will (my apologies, I couldn't resist).