This past weekend I went to a party at my friends house where they had a game of beer pong set up. My friend lost the game and hadn’t made a single cup therefor he “trolled.” This meant he had to sit under the table for the rest of the next game. Embarrassed, he sat in a ball with his hands over his head. In class we had learned about duck and cover from atomic bombs and I immediately saw the resemblance. I then called him Bert from Bert the Turtle for the rest of the night, hacking my friends about what students used to have to do and how lucky we are to not have it so prevalent in our lives now.