Philosophy
Well last night, at around eleven, it started to rain. For those of you who don’t know, Santa Cruz has an interesting tradition about the “first rain” that started right in my home college of Porter. I’m talking, of course, about the naked run, which is exactly what it sounds like. I obviously did not participate, I simply reacted how any reasonable person in my situation would. I went out to my roofed balcony and watched. The situation was just to weird to ignore. At any rate as I sat out there I began thinking about the absurdity of this tradition. In general ones naked appearance is a very well kept secret. Trusted only to the select few. But here in Porter, once a year, a large portion of the student population chooses to forsake this secret and why? Well, everyone else was doing it. It was an interesting thought so I decided to share it with Rose, my housemate who was standing beside me. To this she replied” That’s an interesting thought, but know what’s more interesting? The fact that while you are standing here watching at least a hundred naked men and women run by your thinking about philosophy.” Well, technically I was thinking about psychology, but I didn’t correct her. She had a point. At any rate this year’s naked run wasn’t nearly as awkward as last years, when a girl who lived two doors down from me locked herself out naked, and I wound up lending her clothes. Life in Santa Cruz sure is… Strange.