If you saw ME in a police car, what would you think I got arrested for?
Answer me, then if you want, post to your own journal and see how many crimes you get accused of.
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Here I sit, my mom's computer in my lap, on a couch in a hotel in San Diego. My sister is married and on a cruise with her husband, my parents are sleeping, and its 11:59. There is a huge party in the room upstairs, and I'm annoyed at their sheer volume of the commotion. Perhaps I'm annoyed at the construction of the building, that sounds are so easily shared between floors. Or just maybe, I'm sad that I'm 20 years old and sitting on a couch, by myself, in the dark, on New Year's Eve.
This was a year of changes. I learned to stand on my feet, despite pressure and distractions. I learned that going to class and studying stlll does make a difference. I learned how to watch others closely and learn from their behaviors. And I learned how to say good bye to people I love, in more ways than one. I guess its only appropriate I spend this the start of this new year in a slightly different way than before..
Happy New Year.
Everyday, it's the same script with a different character cast to play out the usual, tired sequence with me. Today is no exception to the constant cycle of my workday.
"Where is the bathroom?" She asks me.
"It's on the other side of the store on the left and its the door marked 'Restroom,'" as I point to indicate the right direction. I know my instructions are clear, but I know what is coming.
The customer rolls her eyes like I'm an idiot for saying its marked restroom. "Thanks," she sneers sarcastically.
"No problem," I say. I pretend I don't know she is annoyed at the clear insult to her superior intelligence, then I watch as she walks into the back room, which happens to be on the right side and not marked Restroom. "It's the door on the left, Ma'am. The one marked 'Restroom'!"
I watch as she sheepishly backs out of the storage room. She turns to the left and sees the door more toward the left. Suddenly, the recognition hits. She doesn't make eye contact with me and slams the door behind her. I shake my head with mild amusement and continue on with my work.
I realize that I'm only a college student and that I do not compare to the wisdom of a seasoned teacher. But maybe, just maybe, it's possible that I have a good reason for specifying that the bathroom is labeled.