September has been a tumultuous month for the student body--the weather has been hot, the school has been hard, and, of course, people have grown horns.
The first week of October was a blur. Die-hard fans were still reeling from the football loss (or maybe from the dizziness associated with the fever). Sorority girls in Pi Beta Phi were actually freaking out about how their Halloween costumes would look too much like their arch enemies in Kappa Alpha Theta. Midterms were impossible between the hysterical laughter and wails hidden by violent hiccups. Not to mention EVK was a little more rough on people's stomachs this week.
October 10th rolled around, and it was Gameday. More incentive for people to get in the fountains, you could say. But then, something miraculous happened. And I'm not talking about the holes some of the players had to cut in their helmets to accommodate their horns.
As the USC Trojans began to rally against the Arizona Wildcats, students at tailgates across the residential halls noticed feeling less giggly. They could eat their Ruffles chips and hot dogs without feeling sick. Slowly but surely, the "V" for victory that had been sprouting from their heads began to recede. After the Trojans pulled off a 62-21 victory, there were no more reported cases of Trojan Fever. Students once again played in the fountain for leisure rather than necessity, and people stopped trying to exorcise their demons in the Lyon Center.
Was it a ghost? The Trojan Spirit? Was it a loss of faith in our school, our pride, our identity? Was it just a biological mystery? We might never know. But at least we know that, as always, we can fight on.
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