The Sanitation Department Don't Mess Around

In the library today, I was thinking about how mysterious headphones are. You could be listening to anything. I started playing a game where I’d guess what might be playing. Dear Evan Hansen?

Sometimes I wish I lived in a musical and could break out into song and dance with no one noticing or hearing me. What better time than when avoiding my urban studies reading at the library? I don’t think my table mates would appreciate it.

It’s been a productive hour; I read over my class slides for a couple of minutes and spent the rest of the time looking at study-abroad opportunities.

Tell me, is it a bad idea to go to Australia if I have no intention of surfing? In my mind, it’s like coming to Canada with no intention of skiing (it’s not like that).

I have another couple of propositions.

• #BringBackPassiveVoice. What’s the big issue with it? I feel like I missed something. No one ever told me what was so bad, but every time it comes up, every English teacher around scowls. Like, I get it, it sounds better in active voice, but sometimes that’s just a sacrifice that needs to be made. Maybe things are different in Australia.

• I feel a great loss at my lack of blogs to read. I feel like I’m writing into a void. Bring back blogging 2023. I’m bored of Instagram. This is a petition for you, my readers, to start your own blogs.

I’ve got to head off to calculus. I wonder if the roads will be as heavily salted as Monday. While walking up, I started having vivid flashbacks to Brooklyn.

Some shade the copious amount used in NY; we all know, best case scenario, there’s a centimeter or two sticking.

Still, as Celeste once said to me, “the sanitation department don’t mess around.”

-Violet