So on Monday, all that happened was that we played Ninja to the Mortal Kombat Theme all day. Absolutely nothing else. Ninja is game in which 3-7 people stand in a circle with their hands together. One of the people cries "NINJA!" and everyone strikes a pose. Then the person who cried Ninja tries to stike one of the hands of another person. Since you only get one "move," you must leave your hand extended if you strike at someone. If the attacker is successful in hitting another's hand, that person is out. If not, play continues as normal. Everyone plays in turn, moving clockwise. If someone moves out of turn or flinches when not being struck at, they are also out. Also, when striking at an opponent, one step or jump is allowed. Double strikes (striking with both hands at once) are allowed but are risky. At any time that it is your turn, you may move to position yourself without striking. This uses one turn. You can also use one turn to move yourself into the original standing position. If everyone returns to the original position, Ninja may be recalled. Last person standing wins.

The obvious skill in this game is speed, but strategy and unpredictability are just as important. Due to the nature of the participants, the games were fast paced, but it was surprising how quickly people began perfecting their game. Soon it appeared that full on sparring sessions were going on, with 4 or 5 person groups flying all over the school. Since there were no limits on match locations, I soon found myself playing upside down in the girls 3rd floor bathroom. How, you may ask? Two things: water pipes and strong ankles. The Spirit girls were not pleased, but the Fleshy girls either joined us or... ahem. Tried to distract us. Unfortunately Jeff, the biggest perv I know, got distracted. His nose is still crooked. Fortunately for Jeff, he blacked out on the stone floor, so the Spirit girls had the guts to take him to the infirmary. Those of us who didn't get distracted (i.e. everyone but Jeff) continued on since he fell out of turn and was therefore out. This may seem cold, but like I said, we were in the zone. A few hours later, a supper, we all went to Jeff and apologized for not helping him, then smacked him across the back of the head for being such an obvious pervert. I think Daniel mad him break his nose again. Exhausted from a day of horse play, everyone in my room went to bed while worked on my abs.

Did I mention I hate ab work outs?