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The writing on the wall
Okay, before you accuse me of forecasting more doom and gloom and judge this snippet by its title, for once, I’m not going to go on and on about change and other topics that second-semester seniors might not want to think about.
What I am going to talk to you about today is my trip to the library. (I know, a lot of my anecdotes take place at Goddard. I live there sometimes.) When I go to the library, I usually need to put myself in timeout. No AC. No group work. No iPod. You’ll usually find me in the study spaces that are closed off… so people can’t see when I’m procrastinating on Facebook. But I digress.
Whenever I can’t muster the word I want or can’t decide on what class work to tackle next, my eyes wander past my screen to the brick walls in front of me. What is carved, scratched, penciled, and chalked onto these walls really fascinates me. These are the writings on the wall by our peers when no one can see them. When they’re forced to do work and to think about real issues.
The last space I was in had a giant “Vote for Ron Paul” marking, traveling diagonally down a few bricks. “Poop,” “Live True,” and “Teach me how to Dougie” were also there. These markings are all over Goddard — in the study spaces, the tiny stairway in the stacks, in the bathrooms, and the stairwells. When forced to stare at mindless work for hours on end, this is what students do. Next time you’re in the library, read the writing. You might learn something. You probably won’t. But you’ll get a laugh for sure.