Here was my surreal moment of the day:

After dropping off my moldy pants at the dry cleaners, I stopped at the fruit vendor on campus to buy some apples. As I walked back to my dorm room, country music started to blare from the speakers above. "....I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip, 'cause I'm a redneck woman..." Yes, floating to my ears were the sweet, sweet strains of Gretchen Wilson's "Redneck Woman." It was the feature of the day on the campus radio station, which plays intermittently a wildly eclectic play-list.