As I sit in this decades-old study carrel in what feels like the world's oldest, darkest and smelliest (not to mention drafty) library watching the sun set over my lovely campus, I cannot stop myself from reading the etchings of students past. (I'm not sure I'd call them students, though, based on some of the grammar mistakes and topics of conversation on this bad boy.)
Alas, here are the goodies and the not-so-goodies for your Tuesday entertainment:
The whiner and class clown:
Person 1: French Is Hard
Person 2: that's what she said
The sarcastic kids:
Person 1: If you think this is stupid, then write comments below: [there's an arrow pointing below this]
Person 2: Comments Below
Person 3: comments below
[this continues through about fourteen people...though some of the last ones are worn off and in between responses five and six is a lovely, hilarious, "Yeah!" underlined and everything.]
The poet:
Sitting stuff on the desk
is okay. We're just
bored. We should be
getting work done, but
no, lets write
on the desk.
who cares?
The dreamer:
Person 1: Peace & Love on the Earth
Response: you're just in denial
The lover:
Person 1: I [hand-drawn heart] Michael
Person 2: Michael hates you! [hand-drawn smiley face]
The existentialist: WHAT IF WE GIVE IT AWAY?
The sports fan: Final Four 2009
The optimist and the cynic:
Person 1: Ain't Life Grand?
Person 2: Ain't you naive!
Clearly there are a lot of people here on campus that create the wonderfully "diverse" university the admissions staff is always touting. To me, I think it just shows that everyone's just trying to get seen, be known, and make their mark. One way or another.
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