Friday, July 2nd, 1999

Judith Tarr is a sneaky lady. Like our other instructors, she has been worried that we have not gotten enough socialization here. We've pulled no outrageous pranks and we haven't trashed Owen Hall with water fights. No one here has gotten arrested. We've been called the compassionate Clarion. The quiet Clarion. The boring Clarion.

So Judith pushed us to plan a group dinner to escape the terrors of Owen Hall Cafeteria food. We decided to use one of the teacher apartments to cook the meal, and then realized that Scott Edelman, our visiting editor, would be arriving that day in that apartment.

"Hello, Mr. Edelman. Welcome to Clarion. Hope you don't mind if we cook in your apartment while you unpack..."

Surprisingly, he didn't.

He joined the group, and began to regale us with stories of Clarions gone by.

We had a large spaghetti meal, featuring delicious homemade sauces by Tom Gerencer and Drak Birch.

And then, when everyone was relaxed and sated, Judith came out with a stack of water balloons and began pelting us all. Suddenly, students began running... Some for cover, and some to grab the water pistols that they had brought specially to use while at the workshop. Those who did not own water pistols had to be especially resourceful.

The most frightening exhibition was put on by Dave Kirtley who borrowed pots and pans from the Owen kitchen, and then used his super stealth skills to sneak up from behind and douse people. This simple technique was surprisingly effective, and getting Dave wet became everyone's primary goal. Only Dave would not cooperate. He ran up and down stairwells and over fences and through the woods outside Van Hoosen Hall with a speed and agility that even Olympians only dream of. All without once cracking a smile. John Sullivan, upon seeing Dave's performance, said, "I think that Dave's having a 'Nam flashback."

So now you know. If you go to Clarion, watch out and keep your water pistol handy...

Hmm



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