The woman grabbed a shopping cart and took off into the store like a bat out of hell.
She looked like she was a contestant in a marathon trying to win the race.
She bobbed and weaved her way through the isles trying to get everything on her list.
Every time she turned the corner she had to slow down a bit before she bumped into the other shoppers cramming the isles.
She maneuvered her cart like a professional race car driver.
The aggravation was showing on her face from inconsiderate people that cut in her way.
She bit her tongue when other shoppers acted like they had all the time in the world.
She will never wait until the day before Thanksgiving to go grocery shopping again.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Cyberspace
He sits for hours in front of the computer. He often laughs to himself and sometimes says outloud, "Gee, this is great."
He gets up for a second to use the restroom and then takes his seat in front of the computer again.
His whole life is centered around the computer. His days and nights are lost in cyberspace.
Technology is supposed to be a good thing, but what happens when someone like this takes it to the extreme?
He never leaves the house anymore, but why should he when he can get anything he ever needs at the push of a button and at the click of a mouse.
How isolated he must be. Or would he feel even more isolated if he stepped out into the real world? Or is he starring at the real world?
One that he imagines as his real world.
He gets up for a second to use the restroom and then takes his seat in front of the computer again.
His whole life is centered around the computer. His days and nights are lost in cyberspace.
Technology is supposed to be a good thing, but what happens when someone like this takes it to the extreme?
He never leaves the house anymore, but why should he when he can get anything he ever needs at the push of a button and at the click of a mouse.
How isolated he must be. Or would he feel even more isolated if he stepped out into the real world? Or is he starring at the real world?
One that he imagines as his real world.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Elevator vs. Stairs
She pushes the up arrow button on the elevator panel.
Her face has a frustrated look on it. She sighs heavily and then looks down at her watch. She looks up at the elevator again to see if the doors are going to come open. She looks behind her and sees another women waiting as well.
The women behind her looks down at her watch too. She sees that it is two minutes before her class begins, thinking that her class is on the third floor. She decides to take the stairs, dreading the long hike to her classroom.
Meanwhile, the women is still hopefully waiting that the elevator doors will open so she can save her energy by not using the stairs.
She sighs more heavily in frustration. She looks at her watch again, at that moment she hears the doors to the elevator open.
She jumps on and pushes the button that will take her to the third floor.
Soon the elevator stops and lets her off. She rushes to her classroom and she glances at the clock and sees that she is five minutes late. She notices the women that has behind her waiting for the elevator. She said out loud, "Next time, I am using the stairs."
Her face has a frustrated look on it. She sighs heavily and then looks down at her watch. She looks up at the elevator again to see if the doors are going to come open. She looks behind her and sees another women waiting as well.
The women behind her looks down at her watch too. She sees that it is two minutes before her class begins, thinking that her class is on the third floor. She decides to take the stairs, dreading the long hike to her classroom.
Meanwhile, the women is still hopefully waiting that the elevator doors will open so she can save her energy by not using the stairs.
She sighs more heavily in frustration. She looks at her watch again, at that moment she hears the doors to the elevator open.
She jumps on and pushes the button that will take her to the third floor.
Soon the elevator stops and lets her off. She rushes to her classroom and she glances at the clock and sees that she is five minutes late. She notices the women that has behind her waiting for the elevator. She said out loud, "Next time, I am using the stairs."
Thursday, November 6, 2008
A train ride in Gage Park
For as long as anyone can remember, the train at Gage Park has been making numerous rounds a day picking up anxious children and their parents to take them aboard.
Children line up along the red rails eagerly to pick the best seat available.
The conductor takes the shiny gold token that admits the children the ride they had been waiting all afternoon to be a part of.
It takes off at speeds no more than two miles per hour, chugging and chugging along.
People stop what they are doing and look at the train and wave as the train goes by.
The conductor announces his name, he is a little old man, probably retired and you can see the highlight of his life is seeing the sparkle in the eyes of the children when he takes the shiny gold token from their hands.
The conductor blows the whistle, as the children take in every moment of the five mile per hour ride.
The children lean over and look out of their seat at the moving ground beneath them, their curious minds just racing away.
Smiles come upon their face as they look up at their mother as she knows the dollar was well spent.
The train comes upon the tunnel, who can forget the tunnel? It is the best part of the ride.
Screams from the children can be heard a mile away and giggles soon follow.
The train slowly approches the platform and the ride soon comes to an end.
The conductor stops and the children get off.
The next group of anxious children hurry on the train in anticipation for their turn to ride the train at Gage Park.
Children line up along the red rails eagerly to pick the best seat available.
The conductor takes the shiny gold token that admits the children the ride they had been waiting all afternoon to be a part of.
It takes off at speeds no more than two miles per hour, chugging and chugging along.
People stop what they are doing and look at the train and wave as the train goes by.
The conductor announces his name, he is a little old man, probably retired and you can see the highlight of his life is seeing the sparkle in the eyes of the children when he takes the shiny gold token from their hands.
The conductor blows the whistle, as the children take in every moment of the five mile per hour ride.
The children lean over and look out of their seat at the moving ground beneath them, their curious minds just racing away.
Smiles come upon their face as they look up at their mother as she knows the dollar was well spent.
The train comes upon the tunnel, who can forget the tunnel? It is the best part of the ride.
Screams from the children can be heard a mile away and giggles soon follow.
The train slowly approches the platform and the ride soon comes to an end.
The conductor stops and the children get off.
The next group of anxious children hurry on the train in anticipation for their turn to ride the train at Gage Park.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
The Computer Lab
One would think that the computer lab is somewhere where you can go to think and study in peace and work on the computer.
That is far from how it is perceived.
Some students do not know the meaning of quiet. There is chit chat, loud noises, and someone is almost always on a cell phone or receives a call and they don't even have the common courtesy to step into the hall to take the call.
The computer lab is not a "hang out" place. Isn't that what the union is for?
It should be a students privilege to have access to a computer lab, so why be loud and obnoxious when using it?
Stop all the chit chat, the gum smacking, the pen tapping, the loud I pods, and please turn your cell phones on vibrate.
One last thing, just because the printing is "free" does not mean take advantage of it and waste paper. Print out what you need and clean up after yourself.
Common courtesy!
Maybe the library is more peaceful.
That is far from how it is perceived.
Some students do not know the meaning of quiet. There is chit chat, loud noises, and someone is almost always on a cell phone or receives a call and they don't even have the common courtesy to step into the hall to take the call.
The computer lab is not a "hang out" place. Isn't that what the union is for?
It should be a students privilege to have access to a computer lab, so why be loud and obnoxious when using it?
Stop all the chit chat, the gum smacking, the pen tapping, the loud I pods, and please turn your cell phones on vibrate.
One last thing, just because the printing is "free" does not mean take advantage of it and waste paper. Print out what you need and clean up after yourself.
Common courtesy!
Maybe the library is more peaceful.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Change of Seasons
When school started in late August it was humid and the grass was green. Mosquitos and flies were buzzing in the air. The walk from the campus parking lot to Henderson seemed peaceful and refreshing. People wearing shorts and short sleeve shirts to stay cool.
As the weeks fly by in the semester a change of weather can be sensed in the atmosphere.
Not as many people are seen exercising outdoors around campus as the weather changes.
The once peaceful and refreshing walk to get to class seems dreadful to hurry in the cold air as a warm classroom awaits you.
Long sleeves, pants and jackets seems to be the appropriate attire to avoid catching a cold.
Less daylight and long nights represents the time of year.
Leaves falling and brown grass marks the end of summer.
The campus just doesn't look as pretty in the fall as it did in summer.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Bad Timing
The main entree has been marinating in the perfect blend of sauces for four hours.
The couple prepare their meal together. It takes an hour and a half for them to mix and stir to make the dinner complete.
She sets the table for her family. He pours the drinks. The aroma of steak, potatoes, green beans, and freshly baked rolls fills the house.
She skipped lunch today just to save herself for their small feast that they have been planning all week. They love to cook together. Their unique combination of family recipes make their meals exquisite.
They call the children down to the table. Their mouths are watering as they serve the plates. Sounds of stomachs growling with hunger could be heard. They all sit down together as a family. They stop to bless their food.
Just as she was about to stick her knife and fork into her juicy well done t-bone steak, the phone rings.
She lets out a big sigh. She put her utensils back on the napkin. She answers the phone.
Telemarketers always call at just the right moment. She sits back down. She picks up her fork and knife again. She stares at her food, she can almost taste each flavor. She goes to cut her steak, the door bell rings.
She slams down her utensils in frustration. She gets up and answers the door. It is her parents. She greets them and offers them a seat on the couch.
Her hunger seemed to fade. Her plate was left on the table to get cold. She thought to herself that she regretted skipping lunch.
The couple prepare their meal together. It takes an hour and a half for them to mix and stir to make the dinner complete.
She sets the table for her family. He pours the drinks. The aroma of steak, potatoes, green beans, and freshly baked rolls fills the house.
She skipped lunch today just to save herself for their small feast that they have been planning all week. They love to cook together. Their unique combination of family recipes make their meals exquisite.
They call the children down to the table. Their mouths are watering as they serve the plates. Sounds of stomachs growling with hunger could be heard. They all sit down together as a family. They stop to bless their food.
Just as she was about to stick her knife and fork into her juicy well done t-bone steak, the phone rings.
She lets out a big sigh. She put her utensils back on the napkin. She answers the phone.
Telemarketers always call at just the right moment. She sits back down. She picks up her fork and knife again. She stares at her food, she can almost taste each flavor. She goes to cut her steak, the door bell rings.
She slams down her utensils in frustration. She gets up and answers the door. It is her parents. She greets them and offers them a seat on the couch.
Her hunger seemed to fade. Her plate was left on the table to get cold. She thought to herself that she regretted skipping lunch.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
A Beautiful Horizon
It is approximately 6:30 p.m. as she wraps up her last class for the day. She stops at the gas station to fill up the tank and grabs a bag of sunflower seeds before she starts her hour long journey home.
As she cruises down I-70 heading west she looks at the beautiful horizon that is directly in front of her through the bug filled windshield. She attempts to clean her windshield with the window cleaner option, but that didn't seem to do any good. It just smeared the bug guts worse across the entire windshield. She attempts to spray again and again. Ahhh, she thinks to herself, "that looks a little better."
She opens her bag of sunflower seeds and pops a few in her mouth. She sucks all the salt off the shell before she cracks the shell open with her teeth. She rolls down the window and attempts to spit the shell out the window. That didn't do any good, it just flew right back in her face. She looks around and sees a napkin laying in her center console. She then spits the shell in the napkin and pops a few more in her mouth.
She scans the radio but finds nothing appealing on any station just a bunch of old songs and commercials. She turns the volume off and gazes at the horizon.
It is around 6:48 p.m. and she notices how beautiful and peaceful the horizon looks. It looks picture perfect. She never really noticed the sight before. She was always to busy to stop and appreciate what nature provides.
Dazing at the yellowish orange horizon, she gets lost in her thoughts. She finds herself thinking, dreaming and imagining. How precious and peaceful this is she thought.
Before she knew it, she was at her exit...299. "Wow," she thought, "already home."
As she cruises down I-70 heading west she looks at the beautiful horizon that is directly in front of her through the bug filled windshield. She attempts to clean her windshield with the window cleaner option, but that didn't seem to do any good. It just smeared the bug guts worse across the entire windshield. She attempts to spray again and again. Ahhh, she thinks to herself, "that looks a little better."
She opens her bag of sunflower seeds and pops a few in her mouth. She sucks all the salt off the shell before she cracks the shell open with her teeth. She rolls down the window and attempts to spit the shell out the window. That didn't do any good, it just flew right back in her face. She looks around and sees a napkin laying in her center console. She then spits the shell in the napkin and pops a few more in her mouth.
She scans the radio but finds nothing appealing on any station just a bunch of old songs and commercials. She turns the volume off and gazes at the horizon.
It is around 6:48 p.m. and she notices how beautiful and peaceful the horizon looks. It looks picture perfect. She never really noticed the sight before. She was always to busy to stop and appreciate what nature provides.
Dazing at the yellowish orange horizon, she gets lost in her thoughts. She finds herself thinking, dreaming and imagining. How precious and peaceful this is she thought.
Before she knew it, she was at her exit...299. "Wow," she thought, "already home."
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
She Ended Before She Began
Stacie never grew up in a typical loving family with a father and a mother. Her family consisted of a mother who prostituted herself in order to stay off welfare to feed her four children, two brothers and a sister that all were Stacie's duty to care for being the eldest.
Stacie had to drop out of school herself just to help out with the cooking and taking care of her brothers and sisters. She made sure that her siblings were dressed and feed in the morning before they were off to school. Stacie took on a part time job durning the day at the local grocery store to help pay the bills. She was home on time to greet her siblings when they got off the bus in the afternoon. And she did their homework with them and made sure they were feed before she tucked them in to bed for the night.
Stacie ran the household. Her mother by this time was far deep into the life of drugs and prostitution that weeks would go by before Stacie and her siblings would see their mother. And when they did, their mother would be so high or need a fix that she hardly acknowledged them.
Stacie always dreamed of being a fashion designer, but her hopes slowly faded as she saw no bright future for herself. Stacie blamed her mother for abandoning her and the other children. She grew to hate her mother.
Stacie now only 16 years-old, felt so depressed that she herself started drinking to ease her pain and feelings of hopelessness. Stacie who once always had a bright smile on her round face, had bags under her blue eyes. Her skin was turning dry, she looked as if she was twice her age.
One day when Stacie did not meet her brothers and sister off the bus, they got worried. Her siblings let themselves in the apartment. The eldest brother is the one that found her. She drank herself to death. She didn't feel any pain, the only pain that she felt was now gone.
Her siblings were broken up, they each went to separate foster homes. They all stayed in contact, their mother was never heard from again.
Stacie had to drop out of school herself just to help out with the cooking and taking care of her brothers and sisters. She made sure that her siblings were dressed and feed in the morning before they were off to school. Stacie took on a part time job durning the day at the local grocery store to help pay the bills. She was home on time to greet her siblings when they got off the bus in the afternoon. And she did their homework with them and made sure they were feed before she tucked them in to bed for the night.
Stacie ran the household. Her mother by this time was far deep into the life of drugs and prostitution that weeks would go by before Stacie and her siblings would see their mother. And when they did, their mother would be so high or need a fix that she hardly acknowledged them.
Stacie always dreamed of being a fashion designer, but her hopes slowly faded as she saw no bright future for herself. Stacie blamed her mother for abandoning her and the other children. She grew to hate her mother.
Stacie now only 16 years-old, felt so depressed that she herself started drinking to ease her pain and feelings of hopelessness. Stacie who once always had a bright smile on her round face, had bags under her blue eyes. Her skin was turning dry, she looked as if she was twice her age.
One day when Stacie did not meet her brothers and sister off the bus, they got worried. Her siblings let themselves in the apartment. The eldest brother is the one that found her. She drank herself to death. She didn't feel any pain, the only pain that she felt was now gone.
Her siblings were broken up, they each went to separate foster homes. They all stayed in contact, their mother was never heard from again.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Destiny in Design...
When he was growing up he always felt that he was different. He really never quite fit into the circle of friends that the neighbor hood boys formed. Playing rough, rolling around in the dirt, and climbing tree houses were not amongst the favorite things to do on his list.
Instead he liked to secretly play with his younger sisters dolls and tip toe to his mothers room and try on all her shiny sparkly jewelry. He knew that his behavior was not normal, but it was normal to him.
All throughout life he had to hide who he really was. His teen years were the hardest. He struggled with his feelings and emotions but he could never deny the truth inside.
When he got to college, he finally meant a new circle of friends. Friends that understood who Walter really was. They told him never to be ashamed of his real self. Walter finally admitted to his family that he was gay. His family knew all along. His mother embraced him for she wished she could endure all the worlds cruelties that she knew he would encounter.
Walter felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of him. He was grateful for his friends that he knew he was destined to meet in college. If he would have never sat by Jeremy in Design 101, he would still be unhappy and trying to hide who he really was.
Instead he liked to secretly play with his younger sisters dolls and tip toe to his mothers room and try on all her shiny sparkly jewelry. He knew that his behavior was not normal, but it was normal to him.
All throughout life he had to hide who he really was. His teen years were the hardest. He struggled with his feelings and emotions but he could never deny the truth inside.
When he got to college, he finally meant a new circle of friends. Friends that understood who Walter really was. They told him never to be ashamed of his real self. Walter finally admitted to his family that he was gay. His family knew all along. His mother embraced him for she wished she could endure all the worlds cruelties that she knew he would encounter.
Walter felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of him. He was grateful for his friends that he knew he was destined to meet in college. If he would have never sat by Jeremy in Design 101, he would still be unhappy and trying to hide who he really was.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
A waste of time!
She sits in her Astronomy class acting as if she is paying attention. The professor asks the class to take out a piece of paper and write the answer to the daily quiz. Her eyes are wondering around, looking out of the corners in hopes to catch a glimpse of the correct answer on one of her classmates papers.
She sits and doodles the whole 75 minutes. She twirls her hair with her pencil as she stares out into outer space. She constantly looks at the clock in hopes that the second hand has moved more than 5 minutes since the last time she looked at it. She bites at her fingernails and then checks her cell phone to see if she had missed any calls.
She then starts texting her friends or whoever just to pass the time away. She gets up and walks out of class to use the restroom. In the hallway she returns the phone calls that she missed. She managed to kill 7 minutes in that time.
She returns to class and again stares into outer space. What is going on in that blank head of hers? Is she made at her parents for making her go to college? Shes than blurts out loud...What a waste of time!
She sits and doodles the whole 75 minutes. She twirls her hair with her pencil as she stares out into outer space. She constantly looks at the clock in hopes that the second hand has moved more than 5 minutes since the last time she looked at it. She bites at her fingernails and then checks her cell phone to see if she had missed any calls.
She then starts texting her friends or whoever just to pass the time away. She gets up and walks out of class to use the restroom. In the hallway she returns the phone calls that she missed. She managed to kill 7 minutes in that time.
She returns to class and again stares into outer space. What is going on in that blank head of hers? Is she made at her parents for making her go to college? Shes than blurts out loud...What a waste of time!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Has 9/11 Been Forgotten?
All across the country, the American flag was flown at half staff today in remembrance of those who lost their lives in the events of 9/11.
Seven years have gone by. Years have past since the invasion of Iraq. Saddam Hussein is supposedly dead, and one man still remains on the top of the Americas Most Wanted list.
Countless service men and women have lost their lives in effort to stop the war on terrorism.
Women and men were left widows, children left without a parent or parents. Firemen lost their lives while performing a job of courage, to save lives even if it meant that they lost theirs.
A day that challenged America but she proved she could not be defeated.
9/11 is a day that will live in the hearts of today's generation. A day that signifies patriotism, a day that represents unity of the American people.
Since this day will remain with today's generation, why was it not once mentioned today in any of Jenny's classes? To her recollection, Washburn did not have any memorial ceremonies to honor this day.
So I ask, has 9/11 already been forgotten? It can be assured that those directly affected by this day will never forget 9/11/01.
Seven years have gone by. Years have past since the invasion of Iraq. Saddam Hussein is supposedly dead, and one man still remains on the top of the Americas Most Wanted list.
Countless service men and women have lost their lives in effort to stop the war on terrorism.
Women and men were left widows, children left without a parent or parents. Firemen lost their lives while performing a job of courage, to save lives even if it meant that they lost theirs.
A day that challenged America but she proved she could not be defeated.
9/11 is a day that will live in the hearts of today's generation. A day that signifies patriotism, a day that represents unity of the American people.
Since this day will remain with today's generation, why was it not once mentioned today in any of Jenny's classes? To her recollection, Washburn did not have any memorial ceremonies to honor this day.
So I ask, has 9/11 already been forgotten? It can be assured that those directly affected by this day will never forget 9/11/01.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
The Journey to Graduation
She looks in the mirror to position her tassel on the correct side of her graduation hat. Shes so glad that this day has finally come as she is an hour away from hearing her name being called out in the auditorium as she walks across the stage.
Her parents are awaiting in the crowd with pride and joy on their faces.
A long journey is about to come to an end. All the countless hours of writing papers and late night cramming sessions for finals that seemed would never end.
The journey is about to end, why was she not as happy as she should be? Does that mean that she would have to get a job? Where would she get a job? Work? Real world. It all seemed to becoming a reality.
Four years have come and gone. Now its time for the next chapter of life. It will never be the same again. No more parents to pay the way through life. Support oneself? How might one do that?
All these thoughts were giving her a headache. She figured she would put all these thoughts aside for the time being, and for now enjoy her moment. As she looked up she heard her name...Sybella Victoria Morere.
She composed herself and took her well deserved walk to life.
Her parents are awaiting in the crowd with pride and joy on their faces.
A long journey is about to come to an end. All the countless hours of writing papers and late night cramming sessions for finals that seemed would never end.
The journey is about to end, why was she not as happy as she should be? Does that mean that she would have to get a job? Where would she get a job? Work? Real world. It all seemed to becoming a reality.
Four years have come and gone. Now its time for the next chapter of life. It will never be the same again. No more parents to pay the way through life. Support oneself? How might one do that?
All these thoughts were giving her a headache. She figured she would put all these thoughts aside for the time being, and for now enjoy her moment. As she looked up she heard her name...Sybella Victoria Morere.
She composed herself and took her well deserved walk to life.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Bicycle Maddness
When Charlie's class has ended for the day, he gathers his books and heads down the hall. He stops at the water fountain to quench his dry mouth.
He walks outside of Henderson and he thinks to himself that it is a beautiful day. As he strolls across campus he spots Bill walking on the opposite end of the walkway. The two meet in the middle and begin discussing how their day was.
Bill tells Charlie that he has to go to Morgan to check on his financial aid, Charlie said that he will walk with him because he has time to kill until his next class starts.
Bill and Charlie continue their stroll to Morgan, Charlie slaps his arm to avoid a mosquito bite. Bill stops to bend down and tie his shoe.
At that moment, Charlie looks down to see what Bill was doing. Splat!!! Bill looks up to see what the loud noise was. At a distance, Bill spots his wounded friend in the bushes dazed at what just happened.
"That damn guy just hit me with his bicycle" said Charlie. Bill looked around and the bicycle rider was gone. Charlie collects his books from the bushes and they continue their walk to Morgan.
As Bill and Charlie reach the doors of Morgan, Charlie spots the bike that just gave him a good smack. It was chained to the bike rack outside the building. With a grin on his face, Charlie looked at Bill and the sound of "psssssssssssssssst" seemed so liberating.
"That will teach him" said Charlie, as he walked away he gave the bike one last glace to make sure both the tires were flat.
He walks outside of Henderson and he thinks to himself that it is a beautiful day. As he strolls across campus he spots Bill walking on the opposite end of the walkway. The two meet in the middle and begin discussing how their day was.
Bill tells Charlie that he has to go to Morgan to check on his financial aid, Charlie said that he will walk with him because he has time to kill until his next class starts.
Bill and Charlie continue their stroll to Morgan, Charlie slaps his arm to avoid a mosquito bite. Bill stops to bend down and tie his shoe.
At that moment, Charlie looks down to see what Bill was doing. Splat!!! Bill looks up to see what the loud noise was. At a distance, Bill spots his wounded friend in the bushes dazed at what just happened.
"That damn guy just hit me with his bicycle" said Charlie. Bill looked around and the bicycle rider was gone. Charlie collects his books from the bushes and they continue their walk to Morgan.
As Bill and Charlie reach the doors of Morgan, Charlie spots the bike that just gave him a good smack. It was chained to the bike rack outside the building. With a grin on his face, Charlie looked at Bill and the sound of "psssssssssssssssst" seemed so liberating.
"That will teach him" said Charlie, as he walked away he gave the bike one last glace to make sure both the tires were flat.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Crazy Parking Lot Driving
As many students are well aware, the fall semester is back in session. With that brings students that are often in hurries to get to class, get to work, or even go home and take a nap. As soon as that clock strikes the time for the students to get out of class, they rush to their cars and speed out of the parking lots. Some students don't pay attention as they zoom around corners in their car and nearly miss fellow students as becoming speed bumps. What is with all the rush? Everyone is as equally busy, but come on, be courteous of the pedestrians. Don't pedestrians have the right away anyway? And what is with the frustration when a car is coming down the street and a student is in the middle of the street crossing, as soon as the student is out of the way, the car speeds up and zooms right passed as if they are irritated because they had to wait for the student to cross. If you are one of those crazed parking lot drivers, please be aware of the students that are walking or that are just trying to get to their class as well. If time is an issue, than leave earlier to get to the destination and allow yourself that extra time. Stop the crazed parking lot driving.
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