I cross a street on my way to class. A girl, probably a freshman, appears disgruntled that I would walk out in front of her bike, a few feet within her set trajectory. Without changing my stride, I stare said freshman down with a glare that plainly says, "I dare you to hit me you ignorant noob." She tweaks her course a bit and passes behind me. I go to class.
Curse these freshman. Talking to my roommate Greg on the subject of our campus's present affliction he suddenly said, "They're like children!". Ha ha ha... ha... *sigh*.
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take pity on the poor freshmen, we're not all bad.
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