(This was written mostly as a personal reflection.  Comments are 
welcome)

Today was a great day.  I got a math test back, and got a paper back in
Writing class.  It was a wonderful, sunny, warm day.  It snowed 
yesterday, and I was wearing shorts today.  But, the best thing was what 
happened as I was walking back to my dorm after my last class of the 
day.  As I was walking through the Quad (Syracuse's answer to the Diag), 
I noticed something going on in front of one of the buildings.  I 
stopped to take a look.  It was Otto the Orange, Syracuse's mascot.  He 
was in front of the building, just dancing around.  He was hi-fiving the 
people in the crowd, somersaulting, and just generally being a mascot.  
I don't know if it was a scheduled event or just random.  I don't care.  
For the few minutes I spent watching him, I felt like a little kid 
again.  Mascots have the toughest job in sports.  They have to go around 
in a hot stuffy costume, and make people smile.  After a few minutes, I 
just went on my way.  Smiling to myself, and thinking about how great 
just a few minutes of watching somebody dressed up as a giant Orange can 
be.  Thanks Otto.

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