Rush Hour at Rams Head (Well, I mean Lenoir but Rams Head works for my alliteration.)

Has anyone been outside today? Its absolutely gorgeous.

"Carolina blue baby, God's favorite color."

Oh Mother...

I've been to Lenior plenty of times during 12am and 6pm and I am surprised.

I am traditionally a very clumsy person. Curious, because I was a dancer for eleven years. But I truly tell you I am usually a blundering fool and I have many bumps, bruises, and scars to prove my awkwardness. The world and I always seem to want to go in an opposite direction. I am walking in a strait line, the world throws a brick in front of my feet. Its a rainy day and the world slathers the sidewalk, grass, and my leather Rainbows* with the cruelest combination of water and slime. Maybe the world has a vendetta against me, you know, like the physics have it out for the Virgos- if your a Virgo like me and you read your horoscope, you know all about that discrimination.

Anyway, I am very surprised. Tell me, with all the horrendous traffic at Lenoir during rush hours (mainly around 12 and 6), WHY HAVEN'T I RUN INTO ANYONE? Why haven't I seen a head-on collision? Why haven't I seen someone trip over a foot or two and witness a rain of mash potatoes, greens, and chicken?**

If you have visited the dining hall during these hazardous hours, you know how insane people are. Am I standing in the salad line or the Grill line? Which way are you going dude in front or me? Did they really just stop in the middle of the intersection? I'm surprised we don't have lines painted on the floor and traffic lights to get to our desired destinations.

Perhaps as Carolina students, we are naturally more intelligent and observant. Perhaps Carolina students will always weave their way through the throng of people unscathed because we're just THAT cool.

Perhaps not. Maybe the delay of the many mini collisions will result in a debacle of epic proportions... and knowing me, I'll be the cause of it.

Good luck fellow Lenoir dwellers.

* Rainbows, for non Wilmingtonians, are leather flips flops worn year round in the Port City. When worn in the rain or dipped into the ocean the shoes become increasingly slippery and will turn your feet bright orange.

** This actually happened to me once when I was in middle school. I was at a ballet summer intensive in Austin TX and was eating at the University of Texas dining hall. My clumsiness plus carpeted stairs resulted in said food stuffs everywhere, including myself and others. That was an awkward elevator ride with mashed potatoes in my hair...