In which we dunk and pie our professors...
Much has been written about student morale and the problems of student-faculty relations and the implicit expectations faculty have of the students.
Over the last couple of weeks I have had occasion to test some of the more radical proposals to improve the interactions of our students with the faculty.
It started two weeks ago last wednesday: we were summoned to the coffee room with the promise of sweets.
Instead we were faced with a bizarre array of students and staff dressed in native costumes who, after some tribal dancing and handing out of kudos for bravery and original display, "persuaded" the Heads of Undergraduate and Graduate Studies to undergo ritual humiliation before the crowd.
First they demonstrated their prowess and bravery with select members illustrating technique and speed, and then the faculty were made to kneel before the crowd and their heads were thrust into water.
Deep, ice cold water.
For a remarkably extended period.
That, actually went well.
Emboldened, we escalated, and last week
we built a stock.
Over a period of several weeks there was a frenzy of bidding, as students, staff, rival faculty, even visitors and interlopers from other departments bid for the right to have an opportunity to assault our senior faculty, and select student and staff "volunteers".
All in a good cause, of course.
In no time at all the maximum bid was reached, and a graduate student, two members of stuff, the Heads of Undergraduate and Graduate Studies, and the Head of Department Hisself were lined up one sunny friday afternoon...
The Pies were made and laid out.
I was told the pies were for eating...
Then, in turn, each victim lined up and drew lots for which of the enthusastic volunteers who had paid for the right to participate got to assault the unsuspecting victim.
Laurie lead the way...
Some of us refused the restraints.
Notice the classic fling and release from a distance, in contrast with the point blank deliver earlier.
The highlight of the event was the Pieing of the Department Head:
Unfortunately the klutz chosen for the honour flinched and failed to deliver a square hit.
Enraged staff members rushed in immediately after to deliver additional Pie to the defenceless Head at point blank range.
The event then descended into chaos as Pies were flung randomly at innocent bystanders and defenceless undergraduates, until, finally, we ran out of cream.
And we found out just how much people will pay to Pie me.
All in a good cause, natch.