You Know What Grinds My Gears?

I really want to sit down and have a nice long talk with the people who designed Henry Clay. Did they think it was funny, to torment us daily? Was it their mission to make our journey from class to class as miserable as possible? Did high school students wrong them sometime ago, and now they're taking revenge? These are the questions that pop into my head as I wonder - why, why did they make the halls so d*** narrow?

Well, I'm sure they had their reasons, but nevertheless, it is a constant bother to have to navigate through that hazardous corridor six times a day to go to a place that I don't even want to go to. Have you ever been to Dunbar? Let me tell you, it is an absolutely satisfying experience. Their hallways, well, I'm pretty sure you could park a yacht in that space.

Why can't we have nice things? I'm sure everyone knows the dreadful experience of trying to squeeze through that ferocious crowd of students, who are, at the same time, trying to squeeze by you. What really ticks me off are those jerks that stand in the middle of an intersection for absolutely no reason, talking to their buddies, completely oblivious to the people who are trying their best to walk around them because they are hogging so much space in an already tiny hallway.

And what makes it really annoying is that when you're almost to the class, when you can see the light, and so you fasten your pace. Then suddenly, you feel an abrupt bump in your shoulder; you turn your head to see that you've collided with that one girl of a certain ethnicity which I'm not going to say in fear of getting called a racist. The next thing you know, she starts rolling her neck and snapping her fingers, and says in the most infuriating way possible - excuuuz youuu! That really grinds my gears.