I can’t help but wonder, as I’m immersed in the age of teenagers, what the motivations are for certain actions with our nation’s youth. Why, for some, screaming and shrieking seem to be the only forms of expression. And still yet, why running in high heels and platform boots is the preferred mode of transportation in the hall way. Still more perplexing to me is what you could possibly need to be doing in the bathroom at 12:45 AM? Not retreating to the WC once, twice, or even three times in the wee hours of the morning (the number of times my naive UCLer has slammed the bathroom door is 4…4 times in the past 28 minutes). As I write from “baby induced insomnia” (I’m not pregnant, people…I call the freshers babies. This is how rumors get started), I wonder: is “The Golden Rule” not something that is taught to children growing up anymore?
I realize that technically we are still of the same generation (but I don’t know why I say that, as I really have no idea what divides one group of people into a “generation”…is the criteria actually knowing what the reference to “Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?” is? Or is Beiber Fever the new thermometer?), but I can’t help but wonder: didn’t your parents teach you not to sing at the top of your lungs after 11 PM?? And if not, I guess maybe they were trying to support your crazy dream of winning a Grammy? I don’t know, but man…they were either incredibly supportive or legally deaf.
And so, with my “White Noise App” blaring the sounds of an airplane (maybe I’m not that old after all!) and brand new earplugs in my ears, I pose to you these questions of courtesy. When you lay your head down to sleep tonight, ask yourself: “Did I scream ‘babes I love you’ loud enough? Or should I try it again just to get my point across? Try it again you say?”
Thank you, World Wide Web, for letting me get that off my chest.