So I wish I could have snagged a picture of this today - you know one of those times where you're in some environment or setting and wish you could have a picture of it but have no camera, nor someone to take the picture. Anyways, I sat across from the Dean of Students with my Rhynie pot on, grey sweats and crew top, orange hunting vest, sock hanging from my waist, torn and duct taped poster board with the events of the week on it  next to me; and had a talk about campus life and even asked advice. I guess this sort of struck me as one of those very Wabash moments in which I wouldn't expect a Dean from any other college to sit down with a 20 year old young man, unshaven, wearing sandals, dressed in an orange hunting vest and talk for 30 minutes without ever questioning his attire; competely unrelated to any disciplinary matter may I add.

     I simply caught the Dean's attention in the lobby of Center Hall, asked what he was doing this afternoon, to which he replied, "well, what do you mean, I mean, do you want to play catch? What do you need?" with a smile. I suppose this sort of interaction may be rare among most college students and hopefully, not taken for granted. I enjoy having this close contact with the administration.