Today is Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Today is Tuesday, February 7, 2012
There are about six people on campus at any given time who believe I am very intelligent. These are the people who are currently only just beginning to know me. Those who have known me for a while will know by now that the only reason I am able to make coherent sentences is because I’ve had so much practice.
Whenever I hear about concerts, I picture tons and tons of brightly clothed people all crowded next to each other in one place, cheering and screaming their heads off when their favorite artist comes on. These days I’ve been constantly hearing people talk about the latest dubstep/electronic dance music concert and I’ve also been seeing links to dubstep songs on YouTube on my Facebook homepage.
In high school, where a good sense of humor is practically synonymous with your social skills, the joke reins supreme.
Number 1: He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To daff’t for our repose, shall hear a storm.
Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen’s a squire
I miss the good old days. The days when we used to take long school bus rides and sing “99 bottles of beer” until our teachers wanted to paddle us like it was their “good old days.”
It seems that the most amazing thing about grandparents is also the most fragile, and the most obvious: they’re old. They’ve lived a long time and they have a lot of stories. I wish now that I took the time to listen to more of them.
When I was younger, my parents always suggested I take up an individual sport. “You can still play team sports, but you can play table tennis or martial arts or racquetball on your own,” they would say.
And while I may have the genes to play everyone’s favorite game involving a ping-pong table (my grandma is in the Table Tennis Hall of Fame, after all), I never ended up picking up any sort of paddle, or sparring gear, and I couldn’t be happier that I didn’t.
Whether it’s “my dog ate my homework” or “let’s just be friends,” we constantly fabricate our own reality. We’re not supposed to, but we do. Despite this fact being endlessly drilled into our minds since the moment the stork dropped us on our pretty little heads, it seems to be an essential part of human nature.
Ever since preschool I had a problem with eating lunch at school. It wasn’t the food, because I used to bring delicious buttery croissants packed with pastrami and cilantro every day. But, it was the general feeling I get when I eat my lunch in high school that upset me.