The backstory: Spring at my school brings not only romance in the back stairwell, it also features a certain amount of outdoor enthusiasm. So it was on Wednesday, when my class and I were enjoying open windows and a conversation about political parties and interest groups when we heard a very loud scream from the outside quad. We all paused and then the following conversation ensued.
Me: What in the heck was that?
Student A: That was the mating call of the North American lax bro.
For those of you not native to the northeastern prep school, lax = lacrosse and bro = male lacrosse player……and Student A hit the nail squarely on the head.