Inside the bubble eighteen year old kids fresh out of high school plague the college campus. Some can be seen sporting pants that look more like a dress with legs. Outside smoking a cigarette, I overheard various conversations about monthly trips to Hawaii. Their plans for spring break consisted of taking a train from Italy to Amsterdam, and they were complaining about the accommodations on the train being less than accommodating. They knew this because of the last trip they took last spring break. Rich people are really starting to piss me off. My lifelong dream is what these people do in their leisurely time. It’s not their fault, I would take advantage of it too if my parents were loaded. It just seems like some of these kids take their privileges for granted. Is it me or have cell phones, beepers and laptops become way too popular these days? At my house we don’t even have call waiting. I find myself to be old-fashioned at the age of twenty-three. Finals are coming up in two weeks and I haven’t decided if I’m going to take summer classes. My thoughts are looking to the annual New Mexico reunion this July, but a lack of money may cancel plans this year.
April 22, 2000 (12:25 am)