Time travel

So today we had a fun day with the deans at Bethel. It was designed to be a day of relaxation away from issues about work. We went to the Dean of Education's place on the river and spent most of the day out on the deck. It was very nice. I work with the best people I could imagine.

We started with a silly, creative exercise designed to do two things: 1) force us to think outside of the box; 2) get to know each other a bit more. Each person had to draw a question out of a hat, and a quotation out of a hat. Then we had 30 minutes to write the answer to the question, incorporating the quotation, and using exactly 100 words. It was pretty challenging, but everyone rose up to it. The answers were enlightening, touching, profound, funny, etc. The 100 word requirement added an interesting twist.

My question was, "If you were forced to travel through time and stay there for the rest of your life, to what year would you go?" And my quotation was from Plato: "You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation."

My 100 words were as follows:

Before slamming the door behind me, the angry, mustachioed commander barked, "60 seconds until the flux capacitor activates. If you don't set the time dial, a year will be chosen randomly." I tried last year, thinking I wouldn't mind trying it over again, but the dial only went to 1900.

Looking around I saw graffitied on the wall (by a previous victim?) the words, "You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation." Wow! Despite almost certain martyrdom I have to pick 30 AD to spend three years playing with Jesus.