Today, soon after the last person wandered out of the PUB still contemplating weather they should have eaten the omelets, an unexacting camper, wandered back into the PUB to get his folder. In front of his eyes a mysterious cement monolith materialized.

One can only start to wonder about it's meaning, but the leading cement-monolyth-ologysts all agree that when this kind of monolith appears it signifies that something has gone horribly wrong. The answer was Tawanka. It all started with the enchiladas. Even B.J., after declaring that his day could not get any worse, he ate an enchilada, only to find how much worse his day could get.

One can only wonder about the ramifications of this event, but we all are hoping for better food... and cheerleaders.