All day long you run from line ton line in order to have 20 fleeting seconds on a roller coaster. There's the line to the water fountain, to the theater, and we all have to WAIT to be seated. Hours of our lives are spent tapping our feet and glancing at our watches in valiant attempts to get to where we are headed. Observe this one if you ever get the chance, I highly recommended its entertainment value. Outside the office, girls file their nails and blow bubbles with their chewing gum.
Guys scratch themselves and stare into space in fits of drooling, mouth-breathing boredom.
On occasion, a bloodcurdling scream of terror is heard from McClain 103 as a tear-stained face runs hysterically from the office. I asked two of my fellow Grim Hall residents what they thought about the extraordinarily long lines here on campus. My sentiments exactly. This cheery, bright-eyed answer is a prime example of the optimistic outlook that I hate. Not that looking through the eyes of Heidi isn't wonderful for some people, it's just not my style.