Thebungalowat the edge ofcampusnear the lake was not like theburrowMrs. Catherine had lived in previously. Sure thebureaucracyhad taken long enough to finally allow her to move in, and she had had tocampaignquite hard. It was a quiet location far from the highwaybypass, close to thecafeteriaand of bettercaliberthan all of the other bungalows. She imagined that she could be happy here, at least for as long as she could avoid anycalamitylike thebushfirethat had chased her from her last home.
She had nevercalculatedthat a move would be so exhausting and she collapsed in her bed. As she looked out of the window she saw abuoyin the water that she had never seen before. Suddenly abunchof young childrenburstpast her windowbuzzingwith excitement. They stripped off their clothing and jumped in the water tom around the buoy she had just noticed. Soon her beautiful lawn resembled an abandonedcampsitewithcansthrown everywhere. She looked up at the calendar and moaned: it was Spring Break.
As she looked at thebuoyantchildren on the water, the crowd in her lawnburgeonedinto a regular party. She had never taken into hercalculationsthat other people might like the peacefulness of her new bungalow at all. But she decided to play along, got hermsuit on, and went out and joined the party. Soon guests and new friends were going in and out of her home and Mrs. Catherine was happier than ever. Aby-productof her good sportsmanship and friendliness was that her name became thebuzzwordformming at this location.