Acid Deposition & Salt Rain
I am going to College of the Atlantic, where the beautiful people are. And when I can't stand all the Liberals there, and think the sea and the highway will run me over and drown me, and when creepy boy from San Francisco touches me and poisions me, and when I want to be far into the land and off of islands, and the wind makes me feel alone, at least I will know that I didn't really want to go in the first place. And when I am eating good food and falling in love, and swinging on the rope swing, at least I will know that I'm making up my mind now to have a good time anyway. I'll learn something, I'll get my teaching certification, and Acadia National Park, which may be my favorite place, will be "within walking distance." Plus, I could take "...Paper Airplanes 101" if I wanted to (which I don't) or "The Eye and the Poet" if I wanted to (which I do.)
Oh, and I am a liberal, but I can't stand it when people don't really, wholely evaluate the issue.
Oh, and I am a liberal, but I can't stand it when people don't really, wholely evaluate the issue.