Saw most of the first years tonight for the first time. - yay - great people. They are very talented. Now I'm a little scared. I feel I shall learn a lot from them, and Yay Slate for being the most popular 2nd year :)
While I loved the evening out, this posting is about what happened after the day of drinking with the first years - this is to the drunks/freshmen/spastic newbies who don't understand that a stop light or an orange hand means STOP.
A car is much bigger than you, STOP RUNNING OUT IN FRONT OF CARS - THEY HURT! AND IF YOU RUN OUT WHEN I'M DRIVING, I DON'T STOP.
My goodness! I almost hit four people on Main Street! (and I was going under speed limit). What makes it even better is when they wear high heels and dark clothes. Those are my favorite. And then - the best part - they get mad at you when you don't stop! They give you this "I'm the shit," face and they take 45 minutes TO WALK TO THE OTHER SIDE.
I'm really not an old person who doesn't like to party - I love to party, I love to walk and drink and talk and have fun. But I also know what a red light means, and I tend to stop when there's a car coming. Won't you do the same?
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