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. However, that does not warrant our actions or make what we do healthy. Sometimes I begin to feel that this place is like high school. People have rude nicknames, those who are different are scrutinized, and many people refuse to acknowledge the feelings or emotions of others.
Many students here are insecure.
And, although competition in the academic setting is fortunately not a problem, competition among friends and in the social circles is astounding. Women, and, yes, even men, have complained about walking through the Great Hall. I don't blame them one bit. Although I feel that the tables are not the problem, I do think that there is a serious problem with the people sitting at the tables. And, it's not only the men at the tables that do the staring.