Excuse me. Excuse me, dude? MOVE OUT OF THE WAY! I wish I had the guts to say that to the gigantic upperclassmen clustered around my locker. Instead, I awkwardly push through and grumble once I’m a safe distance away. I understand that you’re a big, scary senior, but can’t you go intimidate freshman on the front lawn or even in the middle of the hall? I just got through a particularly long day, and I’d really like to get out of here as fast as I can. But no, it’s cool. Keep having your asinine conversation about how good Lil’ Wayne’s new album is. I can wait.
