Sweatshirts and Tall, Tall Peter

Today the school was flooded with Mizzou Sweatshirts. Laura was briefly surprised that she, Peter, and I were all matching, but all things* considered, it's almost expected.

* Whereas, the weather today is quite chilly, enough that the most comfortable clothing choice for most is a sweatshirt.

Whereas, sweatshirts are bulky and most students do not have an extensive wardrobe of them.

Whereas, it's considered in good taste to advertise your school spirit, even within said school, by wearing clothing branded with the name of your university.


Laura and I were joking about Peter and how tall he is. He's significantly over 6 foot, dunno the exact figure. Anyway, Laura and I are both five foot even, and we hardly notice it talking to him. I mean, everyone is taller than us, so we almost don't notice when someone is significantly taller or just quite a bit taller. But when we see ourselves in reflections walking next to him, we realize how silly it looks. And of our main friend group, all of us except for Peter are shorter than average.

And Peter always marches straight ahead. Quickly although it isn't quick for him, with his long legs and his calves easily 6 or 7 times the width of our bedposts. So he quickly leaves Laura and I behind. We see Jorge walking past Brady Commons. I smile. And then it turns to laughter as he runs into Peter and the two of them stand and talk... and we realize that Peter turns even normal sized people into children.

If only he didn't labour under the delusion that his height, encyclopedic knowledge of the news (going back about 300 years), and guns make him a superior human being. Of the three, I actually admire the second. But it's also the one he's the most annoying about rubbing in everyone's faces.

Oh Peter... :P