half past nomad

I want to be sit down and write how the campus is overflooded with students now. New freshmens, veteran sophmores, jaded juniors and somber seniors walk past my building, clad barely, teasingly, sufficiently for them, not for me. Not my taste.

I could tell you about what Mrs Jones said when she dropped me off the first day of school “It’s such a beautiful town; till these kids come and ruin it”. She’s lived here for fourty+ years.

I could tell you that I myself was in the line to buy pens and notepads for my classes. And the lines were long with excited chatter in the air.

But what bothers me, what hurts me, what makes me cringe and sicken is corruption of the once good under the vile guise of self justification.

[to be continued]

This entry was posted on Wednesday, August 27th, 2003 at 11:24 am and is filed under General Lee.