No Stalin For Time At Canterlot High

Wednesday, September 4, 2013:

I am Steel Cog, and tomorrow, I’m starting my first year at Canterlot High School. I recently transferred from the poorer Manehattan High School after my alcoholic father got into a higher-paying job in this part of town. He is a highly skilled welder, and my mother is a hotel maid.

Obviously, I have working class roots. I’ve seen how different these green lawns and two story houses with picket fences are from the cramped tenements that I am used to living in. I used to have to do petty crime just to get by, with both father and mother out of work since the 6th grade. Just a couple months ago, however, we finally attained the means to move to the more prosperous town of Canterlot after I got out of jail. I’ve done my share of juvenile hall (mostly for assault and petty theft), but I don’t think I need to do that anymore. I can focus all my attention on school.

Thursday, September 5, 2013:

I just started my first year. I had to spend first period with Principal Celestia’s secretary to get a copy of my schedule, locker, combination, planner, etc. I have Pre-Calculus, AP English Lit, AP World History, PE, Advanced Engineering and Chemistry. I saw some flyers for the debate team. I’ve never been very good at debate, so maybe I could sharpen my skills there.

First class was Pre-Calculus. Hardly any slackers. One should expect this from an advanced math class. I can tell by the looks in their eyes that they want to learn. The first thing I notice is that the teacher, Mr. Abacus Blue (a rather large man, probably middle aged) is on his computer. I went ahead and decided to take a quick glance on the screen. He was doing attendance, so I went up to him and introduced myself. He’s a man of few words. He looked at my schedule, nodded, and told me to take my seat. It’s in the middle of the second row. Not too bad. We spent the period learning about logarithmic functions. I’d never really had this sort of thing in my old school, so it was a bit difficult to follow in the beginning, but a quick skimming of my textbook got me up to speed.

Despite the much better behavior of these students compared to the ones in Manehattan, but I was still able to pick up on some gossip. Relationships, scandals, and all that shit. One thing that struck me as humorous is when some girl named Sunset Shimmer pulled down another girl’s pants during yesterday’s lunch period. They made such a big fucking deal about how the victim’s cheeks got flushed red as the crowd laughed at her. Shimmer didn’t get any trouble, either. Back in Manehattan, you could get into a fist fight for that. Stabbed if it was the wrong person. But in this upper middle class pansy fest, there’s not anything like this. It’s surreal.

Anyway, next, I had AP Lit. I was the only one who wasn’t wearing either thick-rimmed glasses or some edgy hairstyle. I fucking hate hipsters. They’re the worst. Anyway, the class was in the middle of reading 1984. I read that book several times already on my own accord, so I decided to talk it up with one of the other kids sitting next to me. Pretty girl with flowing pink hair and yellow skin. Calls herself Fluttershy. Her name definitely fits her demeanor; she hardly said a word unless I coaxed her into it! She got a little more comfortable with me as time went on, though. She talked about her friends, her volunteering at the animal shelter, how hard the homework was, and her recent run-in with Sunset Shimmer. “Who the hell is Sunset Shimmer?” I thought. So I asked. Apparently, she runs the whole show. Everyone’s afraid of her for some reason. I don’t know why. “Her dad might be a cop or something,” I thought. I know how much these rich fucks like their heroin. She never really said anything about her, however, other than that she was a real devil who liked to humiliate other students. She’s also the prom queen three years running, apparently. She must be hot.

Next class was just a lecture on the Second Punic War. I always liked Hannibal. The father of strategy, they call him. He really taught those Romans a good lesson. On their own soil, in fact! Ah, but I’m just letting my mind wander here. Some greaseball kept making faces and animal noises every time the teacher told us how many Romans got slaughtered. I never much liked Italians.

PE was just running around the track, so it was all about keeping up with the local news. Rumors spread, v cards getting turned in, all that. The one thing that I felt was missing was actual fights. Where are the fights? There was a fist fight at least twice a week at my old school. I even got into a few myself. This place is just so bourgeois. It’s sickening. There’s lax security, yet nobody does anything that’s really against the rules apart from the occasional locker theft by some poor fellow who lost his pencil and was in a pinch. You know what? I might use this to my advantage someday.

Lunchtime. Food is excellent. Today was taco day, except there weren’t beaners in the kitchen. Everything looked clean and fresh, even the lettuce. I was lucky not to get mold on the buns of my cheeseburger back in Manehattan. I took my tray and scanned the room for all the cliques. We’ve got nerds, jocks, weebs, hipsters, all that shit. No gangs, though. Anyway, I didn’t really want to try to force myself into anyone’s clique, so I just found some table with a few loners to sit with. Fluttershy was there, so we talked. I guess she’s a vegetarian considering how she got tofu in her taco. Tofu taco? Yuck. Anyway, we just decided to shoot the breeze for the whole period. She’s still pretty shy around me even if I did get her to be more comfortable around me. I asked for her number. “Maybe later,” she said.

After I finished lunch, I went to Engineering. A lot of those same guys who are in my math class are also in this class. Go figure. The class project is a robot that throws basketballs and gets it through the hoop. I think it’s a waste of time, but hey, I guess it’s a fun project. I heard more about the debate team. I was interested, so I approached a few nerds after class who were talking about it. They seemed to invite me with open arms. One of them even offered to take me to the club leader and introduce me after school. My time spent in juvy taught me never to rush into these kinds of things, so I politely declined.

Chemistry was pretty uneventful. We got into stoichiometry. It’s not an AP class; so naturally, I had to deal with a few losers. The classwork was shit, too. I got through it real quick, and then did all my homework for the day just in time for the bell.

I passed by the debate team’s room on the way to the bikes. I decided to take a look. Taking a quick glance around the room, and I saw nothing but a bunch of losers tapping at their smart phones with that glazed look in the eye that losers always have. I approached the club leader and asked him, “What do you guys even talk about, anyway?” Turns out they just talk about general issues like obesity and depression. I imagine the discourse isn’t all that intellectually stimulating. I decided that I might make some changes here, so I signed up. Besides, I’d do anything to get out of the monotony of home life.

I rode my bike back home. No parents around, they’re both at work, so I decided to get myself a snack and a bottle of my dad’s poorly hidden vodka. I kicked back when I heard a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole to find some lady with curly pink hair and balloons on her skirt. I grabbed my switchblade (you can never be too careful) and opened the door. She gave me the most wild, obnoxious introduction I’d ever heard. Her name was Pinkie Pie. I asked her how the hell she ever found out where I lived. She quickly changed the subject to the vodka in my hand. Fuck her. That’s none of her business. I pressed her until she told me that she followed me because I was talking to her friend, Fluttershy, and she wanted to see if she could try to hook me up with her to the fall formal. I jokingly asked if I could take her instead. Stupid bitch took it seriously! I just laughed and slammed the door in her face.

Thursday, September 5, 2013:

Today was my second day of school. It was pretty uneventful. Boring classes, boring gossip, boring everything. I might start bringing booze to this damned place.

The important thing for today was I officially signed up for debate team. I can put those worthless fools to work. Maybe I’ll get some influence in this school through them.

Friday, September 6, 2013:

Tomorrow’s the weekend. I’m piled with homework, though. Fucking AP classes. It’s a damn good thing they’ll get me scholarships, or else I wouldn’t even bother. I put some vodka in a flask (the biggest I could find) and drank it throughout the day. It definitely made school a little more tolerable.

Lunch was a highlight. Fluttershy introduced me to her pet bunny, Angel. Cute little thing. She got curious and asked me what was in the flask. Seeing as she might be a snitch, I told her it was grapefruit juice. I figured that way, she wouldn’t want any. Nobody likes grapefruit juice.

Saturday, September 7, 2013:

I was just staying in my room today reading Lenin. Rereading “What Is To Be Done?” Then, as I read a particular passage, something rang in my head. You know what? Maybe these are a bunch of rich assholes in this school, but I can still make them supporters of the working class. Of course, in Manehattan, there was an actual communist political group that had a leader and whatnot. This time, I can be the leader. The debate team is just what I need to really make my mark in this place.

Sunday, September 8, 2013:

Fluttershy decided to add me on Facebook. I still use Facebook to connect with some of my friends in Manehattan. I went ahead and took a look at her profile. Most of the people in her friends list are relatives and people who work in the animal shelter with her. We chatted for a little. She said that she didn’t want to come to school tomorrow because Sunset Shimmer had spread some nasty rumor about her being a dogfucker or something, with doctored photos to “prove” it. I looked at them and wondered how anyone in the world could think they’re real. Despite only having known her for a few days, I figured doing some heroic act against the school boogeyman would get me higher standing. Fluttershy told me not to do anything about it, though. She told me she has a lot of connections in the school that keep her out of trouble and the rest of the students under her thumb. I might get into trouble if I stand up to SS for her is what she told me. I’ve decided to trust her on this. It’s probably best not to directly challenge someone who can do this sort of thing with impunity. Not yet, anyway.

Monday, September 9, 2013:

Today was business as usual, save for debate hour. I decided to go with Saturday’s convictions and sow the seeds of communism into this school.  I started by bringing up a common working class topic: minimum wage. As any good socialist would do, I argued for a livable wage. Most of them didn’t really give a shit in the beginning, and a few of them went ahead and towed the capitalist line. I’ve been reading Marx for years. I’ve read Capital twice. They really think they can beat me? Anyway, I pretty much wiped the floor with them, but I tried not to be too condescending. I’m trying to convert them, not piss them off. They seemed pretty impressed with my knowledge of socioeconomics. One of them was so impressed that after the hour was over, she came up to me personally. She was one of the brighter ones. Purple chick named Twilight Sparkle. We shook hands and introduced ourselves. She said that she still disagreed with me, but wanted to learn more about my particular brand of politics. I just told her to go through Marxists.org and look through some of the works of Marx, Engels, and Lenin.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013:

Pinkie Pie came up to me during lunch. She said that she told Fluttershy that I was in my house a few days ago drinking booze. I got pissed off, and I was a little drunk, so I pulled my knife on her and threatened her. Either she takes back what she said, or I cut her throat. She looked pretty fucking scared, too. It’s like she’s never had someone pull a knife on her before. She apologized and told me right away that she would apologize to Fluttershy for her slanderous lie. I followed her and made sure that happened. She did as she asked.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013:

I got in trouble with Principal Celestia for that little incident with Pinkie Pie yesterday. Pinkie didn’t snitch on me, though. Instead, it was some shit stain named Snips. Apparently, he had taken a picture of me holding a knife to her throat. I wanted to choke the bastard snitch right then and there. And I would’ve if there wasn’t a cop in the room with us. Back in Manehattan, and especially in juvy, snitches get stitches. Anyway, I guess the dumb fuck principal has never heard a lie in her life, because she seemed to buy the story that it was a prank with a toy knife pretty well. Instead of involving the law, Celestia just suspended me for a couple days. Pretty good deal, I say. I followed Snips to the bathroom and gave him a sound beating when nobody was watching. He definitely won’t fuck with me again.

Thursday, September 12, 2013:

Twilight Sparkle decided to add me on Facebook. It’s really boring here with no homework or any of that, so she and I had a long chat. I’d had more booze than usual, so I went on a drunken rant about how the rich are all shit (true) and how they do nothing for the poor except make them work for their own profit (also true). She started getting concerned after I told her I’d personally have bourgeoisie hung from lamp posts. But she did say that she understood. She read a few of Marx’s works over these few days, so she said she was starting to sympathize with me.

Friday, September 13, 2013:

Twilight and I decided to have another chat. I had to try real hard not to get drunk this time. But dammit, there’s nothing to do here but drink! Anyway, I apologized to her for saying those awful things about those parasites on Wall Street, told her I didn’t really mean it, and all that other garbage.

She’s pretty well-respected on the debate team, so she was able to convince most of them to read the Communist Manifesto. How she managed to make so many copies, I do not know, but I imagine I’ll have my own little group of followers in a couple weeks or so. Maybe even less.

Saturday 14, 2013:

I was in my room when Pinkie Pie knocked on the front door of my house. My drunkard of a father opened the door before I could. She claimed to be my friend and asked if she could come over for dinner. Why can’t she just stay the fuck out of my business?

Anyway, it was dinner. I normally just take whatever mom gets from McDonald’s and chow down in my room, but because I was having this “friend” over, mom and dad decided for us to have dinner in the kitchen. That means I get soda for the night. Pinkie asked me about how I was doing in the debate team, for one. How does she know I’m in the debate team? Hopefully, she doesn’t know about my plans, so I decided to stick to saying that it’s pretty boring and uneventful. She also brought up the fall formal, which is on the 30th. You know what? I think I’ll just bring Fluttershy or Twilight. Either of them seems nice. The rest of the conversation was pretty uneventful. I made sure of it. I’m convinced that Pinkie is a spy of some kind.

Sunday 15, 2013:

Fluttershy introduced me to one of her Facebook friends, Big Macintosh. Her boyfriend, apparently. I’m guessing he’s also her date to the fall formal. Oh, well. I might want to bag Twilight so I won’t have to ask a stranger. I haven’t gotten any action since my jail bitch sucked my dick as my going away present over the summer. I looked at Twilight’s status on Facebook. Looks like she’s single. Perfect.

Monday, September 16, 2013:

I just had my first run-in with Sunset Shimmer after math class. I was right about her being hot. She’s got an ass for days, and she’s not afraid to show it off in that little orange skirt of hers. She’s also got some attitude. She approached me while I was at my locker and knocked all the shit out of there. Then she told me not to fuck with her boy toys ever again. I just smiled and nodded, just slightly feeling the effects of the half-flask of hooch I’d drunk. She might be intimidating to some upper middle class wuss who’s never been in a fight in his life, but she has no chance against a guy like me. She turned back after she was done with her little tirade and walked away. I grabbed her tight ass just to measure her response. She just glared and mouthed “you’re dead” to me. I’d never been so turned on in my life. I took a swig of vodka after that and it was business as usual.

After several days of being without the debate team, I went back. I was met with applause. Twilight must’ve been real busy with these guys. However, I later found out that the applause was not only about introducing them to communism, but also because I showed bravery in facing Sunset Shimmer. She must’ve been a real bitch to everyone. Anyway, that entire hour was more like Marxism 101 than any debate hour. I just spent that hour giving them a Cliff’s Notes version of the whole thing. I even gave them homework. I’m having them read “Theses on Feuerbach” and “A Critique of the German Ideology”. We’ll discuss it tomorrow.

Oh, and I asked Twilight to the formal. She said she’d go with me. Things seem to be falling into place rather nicely.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013:

I walked into school to see a bunch of posters, each with a poorly doctored image of me kissing another guy. Cute. I’m guessing Sunset Shimmer is out to convince the school that I’m a faggot.

You learn right away in juvy that if you don’t react to this type of disrespect, then your entire manhood comes into question. That means that this is war. I’m not going to let some preppy bitch keep me from my goal of running this school. So I just had a couple of my debate team buddies distract her while I snuck behind her and gave her a wedgie in the commons. The slut was wearing a red thong (she must have a thing for warm colors). Then I slapped her ass so that everyone knew that I wasn’t a faggot. Her face got as red as her underwear as everyone who saw it laughed. They laughed harder than I’d heard anyone laugh in my life. I guess they felt like she deserved it.

That got me into trouble with Celestia real quick. Shimmer snitched on me. I had to spend the whole second period defending myself. My buddies were in on it, too, so they had to be in the office with me. We denied it, naturally. As much as Celestia distrusts me for my criminal record, she trusts my friends who don’t have rap sheets, so I was let go on the condition that I wouldn’t get into trouble like that again. Besides, it was the word of several people over the word of one.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013:

The school day was business as usual. I did bring some extra vodka, though. I drank to the point where I was in a slight stupor by noon. Shimmer was being facetious when she said during lunch period that I was slurring my words like a drunken fool. Despite her being factually correct, I flipped her the bird and moved on. My debate team friends covered for me, especially Twilight. I know I shouldn’t be drinking in school, but the work is so damned facile and so are all the students. I’m lucky I don’t get in trouble again.

Thursday, September 19, 2013:

I’ve resolved to wean off the booze until after school. Shimmer is going to use anything she can against me, so I need to stay on my toes. It’s hard, though. I get withdrawal real quick. I get irritable. I shout at Fluttershy sometimes, and she doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s time I confide in her.

Friday, September 20, 2013:

Pretty uneventful day. I’m up to “The Eighteenth Brumaire of Napoleon Bonaparte” with the debate team. The questions they ask are getting noticeably more focused and less… well, stupid. Twilight, especially. She might just be my intellectual equal. Not only has she read all the stuff I’ve assigned her; she’s also read Volume 1 of “Capital”. She seems to understand it, too. Her questions were, indeed, the most insightful out of all of them. She very well could be my right hand gal.

Saturday, September 21, 2013:

I just took today to get piss stinking drunk. I disconnected the internet so I wouldn’t be tempted to go on drunken diatribes on Facebook. Sunset Shimmer might know where my Facebook account is. Even though I set it to “private” and I don’t accept random requests, you can never be too careful, especially with the internet. In any case, this was another uneventful day.

Sunday, September 22, 2013:

Hangovers are a real bitch. I can’t even complain about it lest my father find out why his vodka stash gets empty so quick. Talking to Twilight and Fluttershy really lifted my spirits, though. I know I can always turn to Fluttershy when I’m down, and Twilght is always good for discussion on Marxism.

Monday, September 23, 2013:

It’s a week until the fall formal. Twilight and I have decided on using the Fall Formal to spread propaganda. Fluttershy doesn’t know anything about it, though, and I intend on keeping it that way. I definitely can’t let Shimmer know about my plans, either. I’m the underdog, not an upstart. Certainly, trying to get her subjects involved in such a powerful ideology is going to incur more of her wrath. We’ve already approached a shaky truce; I don’t want to compromise that too quickly.

Twilight said over Facebook that one of the team’s members works at a printing shop where he can use a computer and copy machine for free. She also knows one who knows graphic design. With Twilight’s smarts and their technical skills, we could really do something meaningful.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013:

Sunset Shimmer just got transferred to my AP English class. This should be interesting. She came in late, so I just smiled and waved to her to try to embarrass her. She did give me quite the look in the eye. Did I ever tell you just how much she turns me on? Anyway, she’s proven herself to be pretty bright today. She gives some fairly insightful answers to the teacher’s questions. I’d be jealous if not for the wad of peppermint gum that I stuck into her bacon-colored hair. It’s so damn thick that she didn’t feel a thing.

Nobody in class really seems to like her, and it seems like their fear of her is starting to wane, so I just got a few smirks and nods from the classmates.

But I can’t just prove my superiority by playing cheap pranks on her. I need to show my intellectual dominance as well. I’ll admit, she didn’t really get a lot factually wrong with the answers that she gave to the teachers, but they did come up. I’d mostly just blurt out “WRONG!” or “IDIOT!” without bothering to raise my hand. The teacher would ask me that the real answer is. To nobody’s surprise, I’d get it right, and Shimmer would get embarrassed. This only happened once or twice, I think, and they were really minor things. Compare that to most of the troglodytes who attend this school who think WW2 ended at about the same time the Korean War was being fought.

I told Fluttershy during lunch that she was in my class now. She told me to be careful. Looks like she’s still afraid of her. To give her a little more perspective, I told her a story about when I and a bunch of other guys in jail cornered this one pretty boy in his own cell and gang raped him. That backfired real quick. She cried, called me a monster for having done such an awful thing to another person, and ran away. She might be afraid of ME now, too. I think I’ll just have to give her a few days to cool off. She’s one sensitive bitch.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013:

Sunset Shimmer tried really hard not to get anything wrong in class today. I could tell because she raised her hand less often and didn’t give me an opportunity to humiliate her. I guess this is good, too. The less outspoken she is because of me, the better.

Twilight also asked me out on a date for this Saturday. To the library. Really? The library? Who goes out on a date there? Twilight is a good friend, and she really isn’t that bad looking, so I figured, “Why not?” I did change it to my place. I’m not going to try anything lewd with her, though.

Thursday, September 26, 2013:

Debate team seems to be doing a good job of learning Marx’s word so far. I’m having all of them read Capital. It is imperative that they know capitalism’s true nature before they begin their righteous task of reshaping the conscious of the students. I will later have them read some of Marx’s later works, then on to the works of Lenin and, eventually, Stalin.

Things seem to be quiet so far. I’ve recently learned that Sunset Shimmer is taking out one of the football players. A running back named Flash Sentry. I don’t really know Flash Sentry, but I’ll be sure to spike the punch so he gets grabby with her. Any humiliation I can cause Sunset Shimmer is good for me.

Friday, September 27, 2013:

It’s the last school day before the fall formal. Homework is lax, and the students are deciding which unfortunate losers go dateless. Twilight showed me the dress that she’s going to wear. It’s purple, to match her hair, and it’s covered in glitter and all that other fru-fru crap. It’s too decadent for my tastes. I was planning on wearing something much simpler. Something Lenin would wear. I told her that I didn’t like the dress, and she told me that it belonged to her grandmother. I didn’t want to alienate her too bad, so I went ahead and let her wear this horrible bourgeois dress.

I’ve also decided to approach this Flash Sentry myself. After football practice, I went up to Flash Sentry and offered him some of my booze. He initially declined, but I was able to persuade him to try some. The vodka was a bit strong for him, I could tell. I doubt the guy has ever had any more than a glass of wine at dinner all his life. Still, we talked and we drank. He mostly just talked about how excited and honored he was to go out with the prom queen three years running. His comments got more lewd the more he drank. This guy gets tipsy way too quickly, I tell you. That’s a good thing. I got him a bottle of vodka and told him to drink it just before the fall formal to bring him good luck, in the hopes that he might get lucky. They don’t call it “liquid confidence” for nothing, you know.

Saturday, September 28, 2013:

Twilight’s sleeping in my bed naked and drunk. I’m pretty drunk, too. We both had a bottle of vodka each while we were together listening to Soviet war songs and playing cards. I swear, she just got so drunk that she started ripping off her clothes and trying to fuck, and I was too drunk to say no. I don’t remember it too clearly. She was flirting with me the whole time, more intensely as she drank more. I flirted back with her just for fun. She told me she’d never had booze before, so she didn’t know how it would affect her. She knew it would cloud her judgment, but she never quite knew the extent to which it would do so. I sure hope she wasn’t a virgin. She might get clingy.

Sunday, September 29, 2013:

Tomorrow’s the formal. Twilight called her parents and got the okay to stay over at my place for the night. She told me after she woke up that she was, indeed, a virgin. Fuck. She’s also bitching way too much about her hangover. I told her some common remedies like drinking orange juice and shit. I told her they’re not going to work right away. I know I’ve had more hangovers than I can count.

Still, I don’t really care how my date with Twilight to the formal is going to be. I just want to watch Flash Sentry turn into Grabby Sam with Sunset Shimmer after he gets stone cold drunk off that cheap vodka I gave him. It’s going to be sweet. She’s not going to be more embarrassed at any other point in her life.

Twilight agrees, too. She’s the only other person who knows what I did with Flash.

Anyway, we just spent the whole day together playing cards, eating our three square meals, and all that shit. I decided on not drinking any more booze with her for tonight. We both need to be sharp for the formal.

Monday, September 30, 2013:

The formal was even better than I expected. The music was complete shit, as you would expect from any school function, but the punch was nice and the entertainment was superb.

Ah, the entertainment. We watched Sunset Shimmer get all huffy as her date didn’t show up for over half an hour while we danced. We drank punch and laughed at her. 45 minutes in, Flash Sentry came in, stumbling and waddling in with the bottle of vodka empty but still in his hand, his pants wet and reeking of piss. He started groping Shimmer. After she slapped him and told him to fuck off, he smashed his bottle on the floor and tried to rape her on the spot. He was able to tear open the torso of her dress before the cops came in and apprehended him. Twilight and I just could not stop laughing. After Flash got hauled away, Shimmer pointed at me and shouted at the top of her lungs, “You’ll pay for this!” Of course, nobody could take her seriously with her pretty pink b cup bra revealed for the entire world to see. It was at that moment when the slow dance music came on. Twilight and I slow danced for the rest of the night as Shimmer ran away in tears.

Twilight also had dozens of flyers for us to distribute. I took a quick glance at them. They’ve got that good old hammer and sickle on the upper right corner and a few factoids about some issues facing students. It must’ve been hard for her to come up with something advocating class struggle to such a privileged group of kids, but she somehow pulled it off. She even came up with a slogan: “Power to the Students.” She must have read up a little bit on Lenin. The resemblance to the Bolshevik party slogan is uncanny. She also put an anonymous hotline number on the bottom of the flyer with hours that it’s available. No doubt this is the number to the debate team home room. That’s okay for starters, but we really need to get a bona fide hotline service that’s open for a decent amount of time for it to be really effective. Anyway, we just left stacks of flyers near the snacks and the punch bowl and all that, and handed some out to students.

All in all, it was a pretty good day.