I''m working off duty at Hillsborough Street Textbook, providing security for the students returning to N.C. State University. Thousands of young people have shuffled through the store buying books. Quite often I hear conversations between the students that amuse me. Nobody ever goes negative...and they should.
"I'll probably do two semesters here and then transfer to the coast to become a marine biologist," or "probably gonna get into med school by then."
Why doesn't anyone tell the truth? I mean, probably fifty percent of these bubble heads won't make it. Why don't I hear conversations like? "Yeah, well, I'll probably flunk out by the second semester, develop a raging alcohol problem, and take a job sorting garbage by spring." Or, "I think I'll get pregnant this semester, drop out, live in Section 8 housing for about three years before my baby's daddy gets shot in a gang fight."
"Son, before I send you to school, what are your plans? Well, dad, I'm thinking I'll get by by cheating off my friend's papers before I get expelled after a date-rape scandal. Then I'll move back in with you guys, get addicted to methamphetamine, and steal everything that isn't nailed down before being forced into rehab."
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because Life hasn't crushed them under its goosestepping heel as it marches down the road paved in our souls towards inevitable oblivion.
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