Campus Crawl

Silent thoughts and (surly) mind wanderings while roaming the local university quad before my night class:

Hey, you walking between classes with the "Free Hugs" sign. Wipe that sly smirk off your face. You're not a cool guy trollin' for babes. You're a psychology 101 student. I had that sociological assignment thrust upon me circa 1983.

You in the trucker hat. You're not making a fresh fashion statement. Kids were wearing those in the late '70s. We called 'em nerds.

The young blonde chompin' on two packs of Dentene. That smoke breath is still gonna overwhelm your class - and there's nothing you can do about it.

Hey there in the dirty, patchwork, holey jeans. The thrift store called and wants its wardrobe back. Oh wait . . . what's that? They said you can just keep it.

And you there, in the throwback alligator polo, canvas shorts, Oakley backpack, and Nike skater shoes. Dude, you are WAY too old to pull that look off, especially here on campus. Oh, hang on - that's me. (Sometimes I guess everything just goes full circle.)

Anyway, gotta go to class. Talk to you soon. Until then, pick up the pace and run your own race.

- Jeff