by Cal Wilson ‘14

Sometimes, I feel like a spaceship in the halls, dodging students like they’re asteroids. I barely have enough room as is, but as soon as I turn my head for three seconds to high-five my friend, the student in front of me stops and I get a face full of backpack. Unless someone is losing gallons of blood a minute from a severe paper cut there is no, I repeat, NO, reason why you should stop. Oh OK, looks like that penny you dropped is lost forever. Oops, you didn’t get to discuss the latest episode of “Pretty Little Liars” with your friend? (Yes, I know Season 4 isn’t until January) Too bad. Some of us have places to go and people to see, so no, I will not apologize for pushing you out of my way. In fact, I hope you fall forward and feel what it’s like to run into a random peer. That awkward moment is traumatic. If you want a place to gossip with your friends, there is a little place called the classroom for that.