I think that perhaps I've stumbled into the strangest thing ever.

My suite-mates are, at this very moment, reciting lines from The Taming of the Shrew in the dark with brown paper bags over their heads. Did I mention that they were not exactly performing the play so much as reciting the lines they've memorized simultaneously?

The scariest part?

This single event may have just bumped me up to the position of most normal person in our suite.