Chariot Race

Saturday, 28 September 2002

Today was the 5th an­nual Keough Hall Chariot Race. Last year, my sec­tion, 4B won the race. This year we were elim­i­nated in the 1st round. These char­i­ots are con­structed out of ply­wood and 2x4s by the var­i­ous dorms on cam­pus. Keough, as host, has a char­iot from each sec­tion. Our char­iot was con­structed by the ven­er­a­ble se­nior me­chan­i­cal en­gi­neer and ram­pant philadel­phian John Fay, my neigh­bor. He is a mas­ter of var­i­ous ar­cane things called ‘mo­ments’ and ‘de­grees of some­thin­gorother.’ Despite our chariot’s ex­cep­tional de­sign, the in­ex­pe­ri­ence of the run­ners was our demise. such is life.

be­sides char­iot rac­ing we also had mud wrestling and joust­ing, and to­gas were in vogue for the af­ter­noon. I have had 4 years to per­fect my cos­tume and de­meanor, and I dare­say I would make a good dead lan­guage speaker. I was also in­vin­ci­ble in the joust. I even jousted my rec­tor, he couldn’t keep his bal­ance and i couldn’t be knocked off. I am a king of the moun­tain. The beau­ti­ful Pom squad did a lit­tle dance for us as well. A good af­ter­noon.