Oh man. A half mile into this run, while in the hub of campus, a large truck blaring music passes me going in the opposite direction. They honk at me and I hear something whiz by my head. One of them had thrown a glass whiskey bottle at me, and missed, luckily. I'm a pretty levelheaded guy who doesn't care about much, but MAN this drove me up the wall.
In high school, my dad had to basically live in his car, alone, to be able to get to college. I had to take countless tests to get a full ride scholarship somewhere. And some degenerate who no doubt has his parents/the bank paying for 130,000$ scholarship, and treats it like it's nothing by getting drunk all the time? I hate going to a place when 2/3rds the student population is blasted at 6PM, any day of the week. And I hope next time that jackA actually develops enough intelligence(through some miracle) to actually hit someone so he can pay for his actions(his parents will probably just pay the bail too). As you guys can probably tell this actually upset me, which isn't an easy thing to do
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