Leave the Junior HIgh at Home

Flurries this morning, beautiful to have snowflakes freezing my pupils no matter how much my lashes try to block them as I hike up the oh-so-famous Howard hill to sociology. In this weather, not too many people are trying to hang around and admire the outdoor temperatures. No one has time for a conversation stop, nor arguing.

Oh wait, correction. I found the rare arguers. What first caught my attention was the thump, then the sound of a very attractive male watch crack against the pavement. Thump again. There goes someone's license plate. To see two supposedly "grown-ass men" fighting in the middle of the street was mildly amusing. However, jerk chicken could hold more attention than they did.

Now, picture this. You're in your junior highschool cafeteria and your male friend steps on someone else's new Jays. In the blink of an eye, the two boys are tumbling around on the floor, with the entire cafeteria crowded around them, some chanting, some jumping in, some cheering, some cursing, all adding to the coonery in one way or another. Then after a few seconds, a faculty member would come break it up and pry the two boys away from each other.

Okay, fast forward to college. The two boys are rumbling and tumbling in the street, slamming into parked cars and shouting undistinguishable words to each other, and the Howard passersby are, well, passing by. Not a soul stopped for more than a second to watch, and when they did stop they just shook their heads, laughed, and kept it moving. No one tried to calm them down, let alone separate them. After a while, the two men, more than likely feeling quite stupid, pulled away from each other and said their last exhange to each other in attempts to be intimidating. It failed. Aside from acquiring a broken watch, a few hits, and more than likely a chance a being sued for car damage, they accomplished... oh wait, that's right, nothing.

I'm glad that most of the students attending this school understand why we are here. We didn't pay money to fight with unimportant schoolmates and things of that nature. You two, get it together and leave that youngin' shit home.

That's just how I see it.

~Stassi X.