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Everyone in today’s society is so up-in-arms about racism and homophobia they overlook that sometimes people might have very real and traumatic reasons for such prejudices. What happened in this photo made this man a homophobe for life.
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What happened in this photo made this man afraid of himself for life.
 | Schlafen
Tuesday March 06th 2007, 3:29 pm
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Waking from a brief coma in the Engineering building I was confused and completely disoriented. See I had intended on taking my nap in the BioScience and Engineering building (BSE) or as the cool kids refer to it: The Mad Cow Building. There are very comfortable chairs there but alas it seems other people know about these virtual recliners complete with a swiveling desk component. (Short Scrubs-like dream sequence of entire lecture halls filled with nothing but these upholstered bliss-makers and the pure inefficiency that would inevitably ensue) Sometimes I truly believe that the world would be a much better place without all those other confounded people, this may stem from my seemingly frequent choice of service oriented professions.
During my quest for comfort (which could be entitled: A Boy without a Seat) I somehow managed to wander into the Engineering building (somehow would involved a door the outside and another door) which is a nice enough place (save for the fact all outsiders summarily receive looks of scorn, I’m still puzzled how the Engineering Majors can smell my nonengineeringness) and found an exponentially less comfortable clime.
Upon awaking I found that every single part of my body had fallen into a deep slumber. Consciousness alone failed to rouse my incapacitated body I was forced to heave myself sideways in the chair. None of the busily working students paid me any notice, this continued until finally enough of me was able to move that I propelled myself out of the chair and down the hall in an attempt to find coffee.
This is about when I discovered that I was inside the Engineering building. This conclusion was reached when the door was no where near where it should have been. UTSA is not a particularly confusing campus, yet for the first time in 5 years I actually felt lost (this feeling was compounded by most of my torso still being parayalized).
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Even though old people smell and can’t remember how to close their mouths sometimes, they have an order to their cliques all the same. You’ve got the leader who’s smooth as shit (his shit probably is smooth, too), the crotchety guy who will argue with you over ten cents, the slut and the nice chick. They’re all going to die.
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This is the type of thing that can render entire civilizations infertile. Have you seen Children of Men? That screenplay was adapted from this image.