Hurricane
Now I can finally say that I have written something with the same title as a Bob Dylan hit. Yes.
Being from New Jersey, I am not unfamiliar with hurricanes. Once the boardwalk at my beach got washed away along with random benches and small children. Don't quote me on the small children part, though, because I don't remember any exact instances of this happening. I'm sure it did, though.
Since I've been in North Carolina there has been a hurricane every single week. Even if that's an overstatement, it's not by much. First there was Charley, then Frances and Ivan. Now we've got Jeanne. My Anthro. prof., who is also named Jeanne, wants nothing more than for her namesake to smash into D.C. and take out the government which has been so awful to the Native-Americans and herself these past few decades. Ah, super liberal profs, how I love thee.
Also, I think the weather might have something to do with my emotions. Lately I've been having a great time at college, but last night I got really homesick. Today, I wake up and there is tons of rain beating down on my window. Coincidence, I think not. Perhaps the hurricane season is responsible for my depression. Maybe I'm allergic to them in large quantities. It could also be possible that until hurricane season is over I can never be truly happy because another one is always coming.
You see my reasoning?
I know it's insane, truly I do. It must be the case, however, because as I have explained countless times, I don't hate my school. In fact, I like it a lot. The people are sweet, the guys stand and hold the door open for you instead of just pushing it open a teensy bit wider so you can squeeze through, the campus is gorgeous, it's ranked in the top 30 in the nation, the professors are great and I have friends who I genuinely like. There should be no reason why I want to go home as badly as I do sometimes.
Scientific research, if I had done any, would probably point towards the hurricanes. It all makes so much sense I don't know why I didn't think of it before.
You know you agree.
Being from New Jersey, I am not unfamiliar with hurricanes. Once the boardwalk at my beach got washed away along with random benches and small children. Don't quote me on the small children part, though, because I don't remember any exact instances of this happening. I'm sure it did, though.
Since I've been in North Carolina there has been a hurricane every single week. Even if that's an overstatement, it's not by much. First there was Charley, then Frances and Ivan. Now we've got Jeanne. My Anthro. prof., who is also named Jeanne, wants nothing more than for her namesake to smash into D.C. and take out the government which has been so awful to the Native-Americans and herself these past few decades. Ah, super liberal profs, how I love thee.
Also, I think the weather might have something to do with my emotions. Lately I've been having a great time at college, but last night I got really homesick. Today, I wake up and there is tons of rain beating down on my window. Coincidence, I think not. Perhaps the hurricane season is responsible for my depression. Maybe I'm allergic to them in large quantities. It could also be possible that until hurricane season is over I can never be truly happy because another one is always coming.
You see my reasoning?
I know it's insane, truly I do. It must be the case, however, because as I have explained countless times, I don't hate my school. In fact, I like it a lot. The people are sweet, the guys stand and hold the door open for you instead of just pushing it open a teensy bit wider so you can squeeze through, the campus is gorgeous, it's ranked in the top 30 in the nation, the professors are great and I have friends who I genuinely like. There should be no reason why I want to go home as badly as I do sometimes.
Scientific research, if I had done any, would probably point towards the hurricanes. It all makes so much sense I don't know why I didn't think of it before.
You know you agree.