Big Daddy duck & his little ducklings too.

I found it impossible to sit within the confines of the library today. Instead, I took advantage of the beautiful weather and made my way down to the lake area on campus. There were students scattered in different areas, so I picked the least populated patch of grass that was slightly in the shade, and claimed my spot. I opened my book, and lay down with my head on my highly uncomfortable substitute for a pillow, my backpack. As I'm lying there trying to work out the logistics of holding my book at just the right height to block out the sun, I see a mother duck and her ducklings coming my way. I inwardly 'ooooed' and 'ahhhhed' as they passed by me, waddling towards a nearby tree. How adorable, I thought. Then, out of nowhere comes Big Daddy Duck. Big Daddy isn't quite as hesitant towards people, and makes a B line right towards me. He gets an inch away from my hand, and I start to check out the size of his beak. It's pretty big. I've never even considered being afraid of a duck before, but here it was staring at me straight in the eye, and it sensed my fear. My fight or flight reaction kicked in and I jumped up and grabbed my backpack and started to walk away to a nearby rock. I was kind of mad about having to get up and move because of a DUCK, but I mean, at least I wouldn't be known as 'the girl who got attacked by a duck' for the rest of the semester. However, I turn around and Big Daddy is still on my tail. BD must have had it out for me. Here I am in the middle of a nice grassy area, zigging and zagging trying to get BD off my tail. After a few bob-and-weave manuevers, BD got bored with me. Thank goodness. I was starting to look like an idiot.

Oh by the way, I decided yesterday that I want to go to law school. This has nothing to do with ducks, but I thought if I threw it in after talking about Big Daddy, it would make my decision seem less real and scary.