Last summer the psychology department challenged mine to a kickball match. It was really a terrible amount of fun: almost everyone from our department came; some of the guys had made t-shirts especially for the event; the visiting Australian students taught us to cheer, "Aussie-Aussie-Aussie! Oy Oy Oy!" I took a terrific, screeching slide in the sand as I rounded third base on my classmate's kick into the outfield, but I still managed to score - and from first base. At the end of the summer session, I got an award (!) for my spectacular baserunning: the "Runner-Down for the Kickball Award." I've kept it; you've got to admit that pathetic little kickball is adorable. And even though he doesn't have his own thesis to write or work-related stresses, I feel like he is commiserating with me today.
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