History Became Legend, Legend Became Myth

It has been a long time.

Today, I was sitting at the union, sipping my sick herbal tea, when a large brawl occured between a Coffman employee who was stealing a cart from the Starbucks and one of the Starbucks employees. To say I was concerned for my life in the crossfire would be hyperbolical, certainly, but power struggles are always fun to witness. Especially if they're petty.

Speaking of which, I am no longer going to Political Science. It's unbearably depressing. I've only cried twice in school. In 10th grade biology when we watched the video about the dying elk, and in Pol1025 Global Politics when we watched the video about the Jamaican economy. The stream of spoiled milk flowing from the large vat was like the stream of salty tears flowing from my forlorn eyes: heavy.