Every year in mid-April, my alma mater holds the country’s largest and oldest student run carnival. Almost overnight, a miniature – although sketch-tastic – amusement park takes over part of the school grounds. One half is rides of indeterminate safety and the other half is student run booths – really just card tables and clever use of construction paper – boasting food and drink and the occasional carnival game. Of course, the big draw is the fraternity/sorority facades, student written and performed plays that take place in hastily built structures.
This was Lorelei’s first year and our first year in a long time. We rode the carousel and got a sno-cone the size of my head – it helped to wash down the samosas we got from the ASHOKA booth – and wandered in the crowds. I think it was a hit.
*Second picture taken by the husband.