It's been a busy week. My senior exercise, a 30 page paper about fisheries and how we're all doomed (yeah yeah blah blah) is due tomorrow. I finished it, but that doesn't really mean anything because, trick trick, I also have all the work I didn't do while I was working on that to finish.
I've been spending a lot of time (just a few 13 hour days, no big deal) in the library trying to get it all done, and I've seen the inside of a lot of these little "study cubicles." I went to a public high school in downtown Omaha, so I'm used to vandalism, especially of the "Crip," "Blood," and "I will kill you" variety. Kenyon, on the other hand, is prestigious. A "New Ivy." Completely full of themselves. I guess I always thought my days of reading aimless scribblings were behind me, until I sat down in this cubicle.
"Fuck Independents" is written on the wall to my left, but someone scribbled out "Fuck" and wrote "Go" instead. An arrow from that points to "Dead Rabbits Society" written in pencil, and "Against Gocial" added in pen (Gocial is a pretty unpopular Dean here on campus, think Umbridge from Harry Potter). Under all of this someone wrote "We have more fun and better sex," after which someone scribbled "False."
"Oh hello" is written at the top of the wall, with "Johannes Van Eyck Fuit Hic (was here)" written underneath. Near the surface of the desk, in small, neat handwriting, is "Finals hurt my soul."
On the right hand wall, a correspondence between strangers: "ALMOST DONE!!!" written in red, "Not me..." underneath that, followed by "me neither..." In faint, slanted writing further down the wall: "KILL ME!" followed, inexplicably, by a star.
I'm a doodler. I draw all over my notebooks during class. But, no matter how bad it gets, I never feel compelled to write on walls. Don't get me wrong, I love reading them, but what is it that makes people write them? Boredom? Desperation? A cry for attention?
On the shelf above me someone wrote "HEHEHE." Why? What was so funny?
