One always needs friends, especially when entering a new environment such as college. Even Kadien. His mother need not worry, however. He’s in good hands. I can’t say the same for his unborn child, but that really depends on him now, doesn’t it?
The school semester has just begun, bringing with it the usual mad rush of students and sickness. Parents like to scold their kids for coming down with a cold when they’re at university, but in doing so they fail to understand how the biology of a school works. So, allow me to explain.
Ahem.
Schools are cesspools of infection, rife with disease. They are enormous septic systems in which little bacteroids and viruses spawn, stew and generally proliferate en masse, like the white-man in the Americas circa 1600. We natives are victims, here. Victims. Though, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt if people, I don’t know, washed their hands for a change.
Heed me, college students everywhere: Just because your mommy is no longer perennially looking over your shoulder and checking your homework and ironing your clothes doesn’t mean you can simply discontinue the upkeep of your personal hygiene. And, for Iuppiter’s sake, wear something other than sweat-pants. Don some nice jeans or, heaven forbid, a pair of slacks. Match your belt and shoes. You’re all adults now. So, please...Do us all a favour and at least look the part.
That’s just some amiable advice from your good friend, Laura. Obey or suffer mine Stygian wroth.
--Laura
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