Now I don’t usually consider myself a chicken. Given enough time for my logical side to kick in, I can be convinced to do almost anything. Every once in awhile, I’ll even make rather rash, made in one second, decisions. Ok, not so much in awhile, maybe in a lot. 

However, when it comes to instinctual reactions, when the adrenalin is pumping and the fight or flee mode kicks in… I usually flee. The outcome is always a good story, funny story. But for all the wrong reasons.

So funny story. I was leaving the chapel and Dean Wells was in front of me as I was walking out. He was shaking hands. Now, this is one of the greater mysteries of Cass, but my flee flee mode kicked in. And as I was about 2 feet away from him, I made a hasty detour to the other door. Seriously. What is up with that?

Also my flee flee mode has kicked in during other situations when I’m nervous. It takes awhile for me to warm up, then it’s ok. But initially I make as much sense as a tiger dancing the cha cha. Meh.

Duke is pretty fun, no, strike that. Really fun.