Johnny surveyed his dorm room. Mawd as usual was engrossed in a computer game. He was clicking his mouse furiously as he twirled his moustache. No point in asking if Mawd wanted to get some dinner – his Logitech gaming headset was sure to drown out all human utterance. With the big North Carolinian grunting in acknowledgment of his departure, Johnny closed his books and set out by himself.
Walking to the quad, he saw a vast field of folding tables spread before him. The tables were staffed by students, and each was outfitted with a variety of colorful posters and leaflets. He was confused at first, but then he remembered: today was the Activity Fair!
Momentarily forgetting his hunger, Johnny took a moment to wander the labyrinth of tables. He’d only heard a little about the Fair, but he knew it was when all the student clubs got together to promote themselves and attract new members. Some of the club representatives were a little lacking in energy, but others looked pretty lively. As he strolled along, people called out to him:
“We’re BEN and the Banjo Bros! You play an instrument man?”
“You look like a gamer. Why not try out the Video Game Society?”
“Gouda, brie, cheddar – we’ve got it all the BU Cheese Club!”
The BU Cheese Club? WHAT?!
Sure enough, there seemed to be a group for any interest. The BU Swing Collective had a couple of dancers out doing a demonstration of the Lindy Hop; the Magic Club was wowing a few nearby students with tricks; and crazily enough the Outdoor Adventures group had set up a mini-rock climbing wall to get people stoked for future expeditions into the wilderness.
Taking a moment to absorb it all, his eye at last was captured by a large inflatable soccer ball. He had found the rec team he was looking for. With a duffle bag full of free pizza coupons, plastic cups, loose candy and other swag, he made his way over to the sign-up table and knew he had mastered the activities fair.