Have you ever tried to cross Golf Club Road at the crosswalk and almost gotten hit by a reckless student in a hurry?
They slam their brakes at that stop sign (crooked for a reason), as if the line painted on the ground is just a suggestion.
You feel that burst of wind and hear the grunt of the wheels on the asphalt. Relieved to be alive, your limbs still intact, you walk forward enough to clear their path.
And that’s when they rev their engine right by you like their car is mouthing the words they long to slam at you for being in the way.
 It’s a lot less confrontational than pulling down the windows and shouting out profanities, something reserved for more special, ticked-off occasions. I seem to experience this situation every day, trying to get back and forth from the parking lots to the campus.
I see both perspectives actually, as I drive myself to school as well.
When you’re behind the wheel, you can’t help but fume over the students who take their sweet ass time walking wherever they want in the road and causing confusion at that 10-way intersection (if you count every single lane. Yes, it’s that crazy).
 The patterns of “right of way” are disrupted by that constant stream of people.
Speaking of streams, it’s like that scene in “Austin Powers,” when he takes a piss after being cryogenically frozen. You think he’s done, but then he starts going again. You can time it with a watch. OK, that was a weird analogy.
As a bipedal human being who must walk every now and then, I’m equally frustrated on the street. I have my art supplies (that’s an extra 30 pounds), and I roll a cart behind me (so much fun). Despite my best efforts, it takes me a while to move quickly and efficiently.
Then, there’s that rush hour period at 9:20 a.m., when everyone is scrambling to get to his or her first class. Punctuality is a must. Teachers are not always forgiving.
That 10 minutes before class is never enough when we’re all trying to get to the same place at once. Why is everyone a believer in luck and specialness like me? How come we all think we can get away with our own agendas without including the fact that we’re not alone?
Oh well. Screw everybody else. I’m not going to be late to class today.