Yes, graduation looms on the horizon and these very well may be my last written words here, but I refuse to exit with excessive melodrama. Although this column relates to graduating seniors more than anyone else, there is a little bit for everyone here. I fear that many people will leave here for good, abandoning this microscopic community where everyone, ironically, is under a microscope, only to fall flat on their faces as they reach the bottom of the hill. While many of us are more than prepared for real life academically, our social maturity isn't worth much at all. We spend our lives spreading rumors, creating hearsay, hurting feelings, and disrespecting others' rights to exist as human beings.
Individuals here seem to think that they are the axles that the world spins on.
Everyone else is merely a player of a part. I have even helped spread some of these rumors, using them whenever I have run out of more significant things to talk about. And, regardless of what any of my readers say, everyone has done the same thing. We, as people living in this little bubble, cannot be blamed for resorting to such conversation. We know just about everything about each other, and seeing that Middle Path is responsible for throwing us into each other's faces on a daily basis, we feel a need to discuss Sally's thighs or John's impotence whenever other conversations run dry.