Awakening to their second full day at Satori camp, campers stumbled to breakfast in a state of near unconsciousness. Except for those "special" individuals who happen to be morning people. Greeted at the PUB by pancakes and grey sausage, some campers ingested their morning sustenance, while others responded by creating sculptures made entirely from Tawanka materials.

At morning classes, campers continued doing or learning what they had been doing or learning at those classes the previous day. For example, the writers at the Harold kept writing, the actors kept acting, and, surprise surprise, the people in the physics class learned about physics. I also have it from hearsay that some campers even played a trick on the teacher of the physics class. Let's hope he's a morning person.
Then campers progressed on to their midday classes, where they also continued doing or learning yada yada yada. The Medical Ethics class argued about cloning, the archaeology class sat in the sun and dug in the dirt, the digital art class watched on as several computers died, and the karate class did karate stuff like kicking the wall.

Lunch featured a choice between giant ham and cheese sandwiches and macabre enchiladas. I won't go into it now, but if you want to read what happened, see the article entitled "The Macabre Enchiladas."
During the afternoon session all sorts of fun stuff happened. The Brain class talked about giant squid neurons (giant referring to the neurons more than the squid) and how really powerful magnets can suck shrapnel out of your body in one fell swoop. The Palm music project (anything like Alan Parson's??) worked on composing a 32 bar piece. I'm assuming that the Mixed Media Sculpture class worked on sculpting with mixed media again. This involved a glue gun casualty. Then there was rec. time. In the dance class, the instructor had fun beating out time with a coat hanger and then spinning around on a wheeled cart (all in time, I must say). Fencing also started yesterday, and presumedly, no one was killed, as we didn't hear anything of the type. However, it has been witnessed that EWU has finally gotten new foil blades. Woo-hoo! Some people swam and others slept.

At dinner, the courses were either macaroni and cheese OR chicken nuggets and a baked potato. Not both, because then you would have too many starches. This was rigidly enforced by the potato nazi. Entertainment was provided by Wes Walker, singing "I'm a Little Teapot" to retrieve his meal card and key. Later on the camper gathered for the so-called Mystery Activity. After the disappointing announcement that we would NOT be doing calculus all evening, the counselors broke the news that we'd all have to do Skit Night. Following a lovely renditionof "Little Bunny Foo-foo," campers split into groups, and after 45 minutes of preparation, managed to perform some entertaining, if not somewhat disturbing,skits. These included Sean Connery (played by AsaSchurer) insulting his opponents' mothers, the death of mob boss Adrian-I mean Joey (aka Brendan Johnson), Wes Walker hitting on Captain Picard (Rob Harder), several people biting the heads off of several "bats," mass regurgitation caused by e.coli, an extremely dysfunctional hospital, and a charming look at the Satori dance, performed by our own counselors. Shortly after a concert put on by Michaela Alden, campers were ordered to return to their floors, where they collapsed on their beds, exhausted.

*Author's Note: this article has nothing to do with necromancers or their attourneys, and was not meant as an insult to either.