Second thoughts on random topics

By Catharine Hernson
October 4, 2001

My roommate and I get along very well most of the time, but for some reason on the first day we both stayed in the room we had a problem. It all started out well enough, we talked and caught up on each other’s lives from the summer. There was some discussion of how to rearrange the room, and who would sleep where. I’m scared of heights so I really didn’t want the top bunk that seemed to be twenty feet off the ground. The rules of sharing were decided, and this is where the problems started. She told me I could have any of her food that I wanted but, “Don’t touch the Beeforoni!”

I realize that it’s still the beginning of the semester but I have been so proud of myself for not missing any classes. By this time last year I had missed about 15 classes. Do the math, that’s 3 classes a week.

There is an old saying that if you want something done give it to a busy person. I don’t know if that can actually work, because I’m really busy and somehow I never get anything done.

Where do we go when we die?

The new patriotism that was just found in this country frightens me. I have this terrible feeling that people are going to hurt people who are not white. It already happened to my neighbor at home. She works as a nanny for two Philippino children, one is four and the other is almost two. They were going to the zoo on a nice day with all the car windows down. Some jerk in a big truck pulled up next to them and screamed out his window, “get the [exploit deleted] out of my county.”

Music costs entirely too much money. I go out to buy c.d.’s and I have to make a list and limit the number I buy so that I don’t spend $100 on just five. It is ridiculous, and the industry wonders why Napster is so popular.

Abercrombie and Fitch catalogs do not showcase the clothes they sell, it’s just really well built guys in their skivvies.

I grew up in the city limits of Wilmington, Del. but I was shipped out to the country to go to school everyday. My high school was in the middle of a bunch of mushroom farms and when the wind blew in the right direction you knew how mushrooms grew. Manure smells extraordinarily bad to a city kid because we’re use to the smell of asphalt and drugs.

Remember Chris Rock’s advice to the GED class of 1999, “There is no sex in the champagne room. None.”

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