Friday, March 11, 2011
Politeness
I was walking to class the other day and was annoyed the whole way...why aren't people polite anymore? If a group of young men is walking towards me, I shouldn't have to move out of their way. I swear it's like playing chicken the entire way. And people, don't you know that you walk on the right side of the sidewalk, just you like you drive on the right side of the road, and you go up and down stairs staying to the right. If I open a door for myself to walk through, you don't come out the door opened, you open your own door, on the right..(obviously this only pertains to a double door situation.) You let people get off the elevator before you get on. If you're walking on the wrong side of the sidewalk or with a group and you are coming up to another person, step aside and make way. You will not get where you are going that much faster by making me step in the mud. AND if you are walking and texting hold the phone up higher so you can see it and where you are going...or better yet...don't walk distracted! I'm sick of playing frogger trying to walk through campus. The end.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Earth Worms and Pot Holes
This place smells like earth worms and pot holes
If the rain keeps up this way there might be trouble
The river is still within its banks but it is getting close to the bridge
It's lapping at the once graceful grasses which grow along its shore
It's been a long dark spring, and there are more storm clouds on the horizon
We'd like this lion to quit its roar
And keep the river in its place between the shores
The boats have all been bobbing for far too long
It will be a miracle if they all hold on
That soggy old pier can't take much more
And the earth it holds to is starting to disappear
We can't take this weather any longer
We've got to move upland
And hope that when we come back the lion will have become the lamb
If the rain keeps up this way there might be trouble
The river is still within its banks but it is getting close to the bridge
It's lapping at the once graceful grasses which grow along its shore
It's been a long dark spring, and there are more storm clouds on the horizon
We'd like this lion to quit its roar
And keep the river in its place between the shores
The boats have all been bobbing for far too long
It will be a miracle if they all hold on
That soggy old pier can't take much more
And the earth it holds to is starting to disappear
We can't take this weather any longer
We've got to move upland
And hope that when we come back the lion will have become the lamb
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