Last week, I was sitting on the back steps of Tucker waiting for a ride to dinner with a friend, and enjoying the lull in campus activity that happens in the early evening as I waited. It was a little before 5:30. My reverie was interrupted by the loud blast of bagpipe horns coming from somewhere alarmingly close to me. I looked over to my right, and a young man (a student, I assume) was strolling over the grass between Tucker and Wren, playing his bagpipe absurdly loud without another care in the world.
Sometimes this school can be pretty weird, but it is always wonderful.