2008 Woodie Awards
SRU full of unique social groups
By Lacey Hiles
Issue date: 10/21/05 Section: Opinion
You never see them, these mysterious beings who leave behind their great words of wisdom in large, crude scrawlings of pink, yellow and blue. The walkways and walls are their palettes, clear when you go to sleep at night and then fully adorned come morning. They are filled with wise, informative sayings: So-and-so 4 King! Vote 1-800... for Queen! Sometimes, they even leave behind images of themselves, looking strangely like Hatchetman.
Okay, for the folks who don't get it yet, I'm being sarcastic. If you know me, then you know I'm a sarcastic person. But, as with everything, there is a grain of truth here. These chalk scrawlings do seem to appear overnight out of seemingly thin air. I've seen the flyer and table folks; they are (annoyingly) everywhere. But I have yet to see a person with the incriminating chalk. As soon as I do, I'm grabbing them and yelling, "Ah-ha! You do exist! Wait 'til I tell everyone! I'm not as crazy as people think I am!"
Well...forget that last sentence.
The likelihood of that happening, though, isn't great, since I spend a majority of my time hiding away in my dorm room on Facebook or playing Soul Calibur II on my PS2. (339 Bard if you want to play. I'm open to informal "tournaments." Call me or e-mail me.) Yes, I am a freshman with no life. Obviously, or else I wouldn't be pondering the possible existence of mysterious chalk people.
Now, moving on to another strange, intriguing culture: the Flip-Flop People. Occasionally I have been a part of this group, but in the same way I was a part of Puerto Rico when I was there for a week. Puerto Ricans are a unique culture even in the Spanish world, and the Flip-Flop People are much the same way. The temperature these days doesn't rise above 65 degrees on a bright, sunny afternoon. Most of the time, in fact, it's freezing outside, especially if the wind is making itself known. Yet, despite all odds during this cold, bleak season, the Flip-Flop People have survived. Some have adapted by wearing thicker-soles, which changes the sound from flip-flop to flunk-flunk, especially on tiled floors. I could call them the Flunk-Flunk People, but somehow I think protest would arise from that...ah, what do I care, Flunk-Flunk People they are.
Against freezing temperatures, icy wind and the occasional rain and soon snow, the Flip-Flop People and Flunk-Flunk People endure, performing their Ground-Is-Too-Cold Dance in hopes of warmer weather, soft summer breezes and gentle sprinkles of rain.
Mysterious Chalk People, Flip-Flop People and Flunk-Flunk People: these are just a few of the "groups" I've encountered. Man, and I thought my high school had some interesting folks. Southern Fulton High School has just over 400 kids; there were only 67 kids in my graduating class. Here, there are thousands of them...
Ah, man, this is going to be some serious fun.
Okay, for the folks who don't get it yet, I'm being sarcastic. If you know me, then you know I'm a sarcastic person. But, as with everything, there is a grain of truth here. These chalk scrawlings do seem to appear overnight out of seemingly thin air. I've seen the flyer and table folks; they are (annoyingly) everywhere. But I have yet to see a person with the incriminating chalk. As soon as I do, I'm grabbing them and yelling, "Ah-ha! You do exist! Wait 'til I tell everyone! I'm not as crazy as people think I am!"
Well...forget that last sentence.
The likelihood of that happening, though, isn't great, since I spend a majority of my time hiding away in my dorm room on Facebook or playing Soul Calibur II on my PS2. (339 Bard if you want to play. I'm open to informal "tournaments." Call me or e-mail me.) Yes, I am a freshman with no life. Obviously, or else I wouldn't be pondering the possible existence of mysterious chalk people.
Now, moving on to another strange, intriguing culture: the Flip-Flop People. Occasionally I have been a part of this group, but in the same way I was a part of Puerto Rico when I was there for a week. Puerto Ricans are a unique culture even in the Spanish world, and the Flip-Flop People are much the same way. The temperature these days doesn't rise above 65 degrees on a bright, sunny afternoon. Most of the time, in fact, it's freezing outside, especially if the wind is making itself known. Yet, despite all odds during this cold, bleak season, the Flip-Flop People have survived. Some have adapted by wearing thicker-soles, which changes the sound from flip-flop to flunk-flunk, especially on tiled floors. I could call them the Flunk-Flunk People, but somehow I think protest would arise from that...ah, what do I care, Flunk-Flunk People they are.
Against freezing temperatures, icy wind and the occasional rain and soon snow, the Flip-Flop People and Flunk-Flunk People endure, performing their Ground-Is-Too-Cold Dance in hopes of warmer weather, soft summer breezes and gentle sprinkles of rain.
Mysterious Chalk People, Flip-Flop People and Flunk-Flunk People: these are just a few of the "groups" I've encountered. Man, and I thought my high school had some interesting folks. Southern Fulton High School has just over 400 kids; there were only 67 kids in my graduating class. Here, there are thousands of them...
Ah, man, this is going to be some serious fun.
