The Writing

31 October, 2012

happy halloween!

There is nothing quite like walking across campus, in costume, on Halloween. It's an excellent way to figure out who's cool, and who's too cool. I got a lot of smiles, which was nice.

My classes, for whom the performance was intended, reacted appropriately. Well. Maybe. Okay, I don't know. The first batch pulled out iPhones and starting snapping pictures. Is that normal? I was a little surprised. I don't phase, walking around in costume, but I flinch at photographs. I threatened them with dismemberment if I caught a ton of tags with my name on Facebook. They all giggled. 

The second class had a lot more too-cool sidelong stares. Evidently the first-years have a sense of fun, and the second-years are all grown up. But they were perfectly happy to get candy. 

And obviously,  I am not all grown up.

 
 




















And in the background: Louhi, because every witch needs a black cat. (Except I really want a flying monkey.)

In both classes, I had people decide I was McGonnogal from Harry Potter. I am flattered, on one hand, because Maggie Smith rocks. On the other, I am so not that wrinkly.

And here: Nous, who really was creepy.