Yeah, Tip wasn't going to argue with that assessment at all. She'd probably responded in about the same way, though without the, er, salty language.

"Last spring it was giant bunnies," she said, because she might as well start with the easy one. "And over the summer a hurricane threw a bunch of sharks at us. Literally. The summer I started here, a demigod of chaos showed up and turned people into ponies." And Tip into an orange, dammit, Discord. "And, um. Well, in the fall we get this . . . do you know what an 'apocalypse' is?"

It had happened for both of Tip's fall semesters. She could be forgiven for assuming that was what falls here always did.