There are very few things that will get me out of bed at 5:30 in the morning. In fact, there is only one thing I can think of at the moment, and it is what got me up at that time yesterday: Greek Week Capture the Flag. For three years running, I—the queen of sleeping in—have hauled myself out of bed, gotten Sam moving (this year she had to do it for me), and traipsed in the dark to an ASA upperclassman’s house for our morning strategizing session over bagels.
ASA takes Greek Week seriously. We’re talking wearing all black and war paint on capture the flag day kind of seriously. Greek Week is one of my favorite events on campus. It is a week of competitions including capture the flag, Greek Olympics, skits, banner painting, canstruction, chalk drawing, and dollar wars. I love competition, I love ASA, and I love when the Rockhurst campus mobilizes and does something out of the ordinary—Greek Week is all of these things.
Back to capture the flag. After our morning bagel and planning session, we stormed the campus at 6:00 am and began to systematically tear it apart (don’t worry, we put it back together). And I do mean tear it apart. Last year I disassembled a drinking fountain and managed to crawl into it, and a sight like that is not at all out of the ordinary on capture the flag day. All day long you can see ASAs in their “blackout” attire combing the campus for flags—pulling up bricks, emptying trash cans, even climbing into recycling dumpsters (yes, my feat for this year).
Today I accidentally walked to my UMKC class with my war paint on—I decided to not even bother with the all-black outfit, but I had planned on at least washing off the paint. The strangest thing was that no one even commented on it. I don’t know if that means I just ooze Alpha competitive spirit on a daily basis, so war paint wasn’t out of the ordinary, or I if looked too sleep deprived and manic to mess with.
By the end of the day my hair was frizzy, my war paint was smudged, and I had small cuts everywhere from pulling apart bushes, but victory was ours! We found one flag and no one found ours, which gave us more points than any other organization (take that ADG!). I am exhausted and ready to collapse into bed, but I can also say I bonded with Katie Lavelle over taking apart a barbeque pit, Brigid Verhoff after looking under ever bench in Sedgewick, and Kayla Polette after staking out the ADGs while they searched a closet. And all that is worth every second of lost sleep.
Las year's Greek Olympics!
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