Ninja-gram
I hardly ever post about the day-to-day details of my work life, but I’ll make an exception to say: One of the underappreciated perks of working at Swarthmore is that you can be going about your regular business on an otherwise unremarkable Valentine’s day when suddenly, a student dressed as a ninja rushes into the room to deliver a ninja-gram. Complete with a ceremonial yell of "NIIIINJA GRAAAAAM!"
(The ninja-gram in question wasn’t for me; it was for a student in a class session I was teaching, and we were wrapping things up when the ninja appeared at the door. The video in this article should give you some idea.)
I mean, really, how often can one say that one’s class got visited by a ninja?
Wow. My uni has no comparison. Last week, they were selling “crush insurance,” which means that they deliver a contract with a rose or chocolate, asking the object of your affection to sign off on the policy.
Ninjas pwn crush insurance.