Spring Break
UTM priority should be to protect students
Cary Gibson
Issue date: 4/22/08 Section: Viewpoints
It was a warm spring day and it felt great.
So, I went through the usual routine that I go through on a beautiful day. I woke up 15 minutes before class started, panicked, and threw on a shirt, some shorts, and my sandals. After winter, nothing, at least in my opinion, feels better than the sunlight bearing down on my feet.
I am sure that many students at UTM are aware of the steam vents located right in front of Gooch Hall. If you are not, allow me to guide you to them. Stand in the quad on a chilly morning and look toward Wendy's. Do you see that massive cloud belching forth from the ground, the one that makes you want to pray to your respective deity because you think Hell just might be breaking into this mortal plane? Well, walk toward it. Now, do you smell something that reminds you of an old sock? Not just any sock, mind you, but a sock that has been used to wipe off penitentiary gym equipment for a month, then worn by someone at Bonnaroo who ran out of toilet paper so it was left it in a port-a-john, which was then set on fire and put out with the contents of the port-a-john next to it. Follow that smell.
Now, you should eventually arrive at a pair of manhole covers. Do those manhole covers say "STEAM" on them? If so, then congratulations, you have arrived at the source of my second-degree burn.
Yes, my description of why I prefer sandals on my feet was relevant. On Friday, April 11, I was enjoying the day and walking home, a walk that takes me by Gooch. I was aware of these vents, but in my mind they were just an annoyance to my olfactory system. I had walked by them hundreds of times wearing a variety of footwear and nothing bad had happened.
But today, as I passed by them thinking of the awesome grilled cheese sandwich I was going to make when I arrived home, I felt a strange feeling on the side of my left foot. And by "strange feeling" I of course mean that it felt like the sun was sick of my shenanigans so it burrowed itself deep underground so it could emerge and singe the left side of my foot only to return to its rightful place in the sky before people started to wonder why the world was plunged into total darkness.
So, I went through the usual routine that I go through on a beautiful day. I woke up 15 minutes before class started, panicked, and threw on a shirt, some shorts, and my sandals. After winter, nothing, at least in my opinion, feels better than the sunlight bearing down on my feet.
I am sure that many students at UTM are aware of the steam vents located right in front of Gooch Hall. If you are not, allow me to guide you to them. Stand in the quad on a chilly morning and look toward Wendy's. Do you see that massive cloud belching forth from the ground, the one that makes you want to pray to your respective deity because you think Hell just might be breaking into this mortal plane? Well, walk toward it. Now, do you smell something that reminds you of an old sock? Not just any sock, mind you, but a sock that has been used to wipe off penitentiary gym equipment for a month, then worn by someone at Bonnaroo who ran out of toilet paper so it was left it in a port-a-john, which was then set on fire and put out with the contents of the port-a-john next to it. Follow that smell.
Now, you should eventually arrive at a pair of manhole covers. Do those manhole covers say "STEAM" on them? If so, then congratulations, you have arrived at the source of my second-degree burn.
Yes, my description of why I prefer sandals on my feet was relevant. On Friday, April 11, I was enjoying the day and walking home, a walk that takes me by Gooch. I was aware of these vents, but in my mind they were just an annoyance to my olfactory system. I had walked by them hundreds of times wearing a variety of footwear and nothing bad had happened.
But today, as I passed by them thinking of the awesome grilled cheese sandwich I was going to make when I arrived home, I felt a strange feeling on the side of my left foot. And by "strange feeling" I of course mean that it felt like the sun was sick of my shenanigans so it burrowed itself deep underground so it could emerge and singe the left side of my foot only to return to its rightful place in the sky before people started to wonder why the world was plunged into total darkness.
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