why walking is bad for your health
I made the decision this morning to come home during my three hour break because all of my days should not approach 12 hours without a little break. Just in time for me to leave the SOE after class it started raining. I didn't have an umbrella but I also didn't have my readings for my next class so I had to go home. I called my mom to tell her about how I can't think about this program in the long-range sense. Class by class and day by day is all that I can handle without wanting to die. My Detroit Tigers also make me want to die occasionally.
I finished talking to my mom around the hardware store on Packard that has "witty" sayings on its billboard. I put on my ipod and trudge along. I am tired, hungry and stressed. It finally stops raining and that's nice but doesn't outweigh any of the other things. I saw a group of people standing on the corner of Packard and McKinley which seems annoying. They're going to get in my way once I get to that point. But I don't pay them any attention until I'm too close to do anything about it. It's the Channel 7 Action News team interviewing a kid wearing sweats.
With no time to cross the street I walk toward the interview with the camera on me. I have this "I-don't-know-anything-about-my-last-class, I-am-so-hungry, I-want-to-cry-about-my-grandparents, I-wish-I-was-smart-enough-to-bring-an-umbrella, why-can't-I-live-closer-to-campus, has-Braylon-made-a-huge-mess, but-I-don't-know-anything-about-Medieval-history-why-do-I-have-to-teach-it, why-do-I-have-to-apply-to-Ball-State-for-an-online-course, I-just-realized-that-I-weigh-as-much-again-as-I-when-John-said-that-I-was-too-fat-to-love-but-I'm-so-hungry, how-much-am-I-going-to-spend-on-gas-this-year, is-my-mom-going-to-be-forced-into-retirement-by-Ford, why-can't-I-remember-what-stance-I'm-supposed-to-research, I-hate-that-I-only-have-from-7pm-to-10pm-a-day-for-homework-and-my-newly-nonexistent-social-life" look on my face. It's a pretty dejected look. I tried to walk way out of the way of the camera but the guy panned across me. I felt so violated. All of a sudden I don't know what to do with my face and they're zoomed in on me. It can't stay in that sad sack manner. So I smile the most awkward smile of my life. And want to die.
I waited for the kid that they interviewed as he walked down Packard. Turns out that it's a story about wearing earbuds and getting mugged because of it. The camera guy panned me because of my Radiohead listening. Not only did Channel 7 catch me looking like hell but they're judging me and suggesting that I'd make a good rape/robbery/mugging victim.
I can't even watch this humiliation myself because I'll still be in class.
X-posted to desperate townhouse
I finished talking to my mom around the hardware store on Packard that has "witty" sayings on its billboard. I put on my ipod and trudge along. I am tired, hungry and stressed. It finally stops raining and that's nice but doesn't outweigh any of the other things. I saw a group of people standing on the corner of Packard and McKinley which seems annoying. They're going to get in my way once I get to that point. But I don't pay them any attention until I'm too close to do anything about it. It's the Channel 7 Action News team interviewing a kid wearing sweats.
With no time to cross the street I walk toward the interview with the camera on me. I have this "I-don't-know-anything-about-my-last-class, I-am-so-hungry, I-want-to-cry-about-my-grandparents, I-wish-I-was-smart-enough-to-bring-an-umbrella, why-can't-I-live-closer-to-campus, has-Braylon-made-a-huge-mess, but-I-don't-know-anything-about-Medieval-history-why-do-I-have-to-teach-it, why-do-I-have-to-apply-to-Ball-State-for-an-online-course, I-just-realized-that-I-weigh-as-much-again-as-I-when-John-said-that-I-was-too-fat-to-love-but-I'm-so-hungry, how-much-am-I-going-to-spend-on-gas-this-year, is-my-mom-going-to-be-forced-into-retirement-by-Ford, why-can't-I-remember-what-stance-I'm-supposed-to-research, I-hate-that-I-only-have-from-7pm-to-10pm-a-day-for-homework-and-my-newly-nonexistent-social-life" look on my face. It's a pretty dejected look. I tried to walk way out of the way of the camera but the guy panned across me. I felt so violated. All of a sudden I don't know what to do with my face and they're zoomed in on me. It can't stay in that sad sack manner. So I smile the most awkward smile of my life. And want to die.
I waited for the kid that they interviewed as he walked down Packard. Turns out that it's a story about wearing earbuds and getting mugged because of it. The camera guy panned me because of my Radiohead listening. Not only did Channel 7 catch me looking like hell but they're judging me and suggesting that I'd make a good rape/robbery/mugging victim.
I can't even watch this humiliation myself because I'll still be in class.
X-posted to desperate townhouse