I've been assassinated

Yesterday looked up a bit after I finally received my book for my Readings in U.S. History course, and was able to make a bit more progress on my paper(s).

Last night, I went to my first "Conversation Dinner" at Vassar. It's a program sponsored by the Residential Life Resource Group, and brings students/professors/faculty together to discuss an issue, or a question, effecting Vassar's campus. Last night's question was "Liberalism: the unspoken Religion at Vassar?" and I meant some very nice people, and besides the initial awkwardness, had a very enlightening conversation. The best part of the program was definitely the free dinner catered by a local italian restaurant, I ate way too much, and ended up taking some dessert home for later.

However, when I was walking back from the dinner, disaster struck. I had thrown my stuff in my room and I soon as I stepped out of the safety of my room (and about 5 paces from the "safe zone" of the bathroom) I was "stabbed" with a plastic knife by the person assigned to kill me in the Lathrop-wide game of Assassins. At this point, it was also only one hour away from when the game officially ended, so I was so close to making it out alive...