Giant Jenga

More O-Week bullshit. All the clubs on display. I wanted to get my scuba diving pamphlet, grab free food, and get the hell out of there. I ended up winning Jenga.

A group of Americans were just beginning to pull blocks out as I compared Nautilus and AllWays Diving. A bidding war, to see who can rip me off more. But somehow, the cute girl who seemed to be their ringleader, conned me into playing. I guess I was lulled into a false sense of security by the fact that they were Americans. The token Asians shouldve tipped me off.

They called themselves Student Life. For a moment, I was excited. I could continue to write for Student Life, while simultaneously denying Erin my wit. I’d call that a win-win.

Yeah, and Overflow is the student club for reservoir engineers. Shouldn’t I have realized that only a Christian student group would be playing Giant Jenga on the quad?

But it was too late; I was cornered and surrounded. They wanted me to join their cult. I prayed for Dave’s protection.

However, at this point, I was kicking ass in lifesize Jenga, so I played along. At least for the moment, I kept to myself the fact that I am a hostile atheist of purposefully ambiguous sexuality who’s studying evolutionary biology. Well, I let that last part slip, and they still had the balls to invite me to a lecture on Intelligent Design. I gotta give them credit for that.

As I pulled out one of the last blocks at the base, the tower swayed. I held my breath, and pulled slowly. It slipped right out. I gingerly placed it on top, and the tower leaned ever so slightly more, but held. Luckily, I managed to turn around before breathing my sigh of relief.

Now it was her turn. She got on her knees, like I’m sure she does when God isn’t looking, and gently yanked it. A block popped out, and the column held. But as she laid it on top of mine, it teetered, and fell right on top of her. I suppose God has forsaken her this time.