Fayetteville, AR: A Place of Many Shocking Things.
If you are one of the privileged that reside in Fayetteville, then these will not phase you, as we have all come to the realization that we go to school with some of the world's oddest creatures. Here are some things that have recently taken place that I feel like I need to share:
1. I saw a guy pop a wheelie on his motorized vehicle. This would have been extremely less annoying if his motorized vehicle was not a low-powered moped, he was not in all polo gear, and he was not driving in circles around his frat house.
2. Someone told me they liked my hair. I responded with a polite, "thank you." To which they responded, "don't thank me thank God," and walked away as if I were extremely ungrateful to God.
3. The bank next to my house got held up the other day? Is this 1922? Who even holds up banks anymore? Is the money not all on computers? Did you think that would work out for you? The questions could keep coming and I could continue to make fun of those old school robbers for a few hours, but I am sure that you see the point.
4. This 40-year-old in my drawing class has nicknames for everyone and brings the teacher coffee every day.
5. As I was walking through the music building the other morning (by "the other morning" I mean that it was around halloween) and there was a large box in the middle of the hallway. A girl sitting in a chair says, "heeeyyyy yyooouu." Then, another girl (you could refer to her as girl #1's ToTaLLy AwESoMe partner in crime) jumps out of the box in attempts to scare me. If failed as she didn't come out of the box as smoothly as she probably hoped. I laughed in her face, not in a "hey that was a really good attempt! bahaha! what if i had fallen for that?!?!" kind of way, but in a you-are-an-idiot kind of way. I hope that wasn't rude. Well I don't care, we are not on the film set of "Jackass," let me walk to class in peace.
Oh, Fayetteville. I will miss you, but I need to get out of here.