Your year-end rant

Chanse Ford

Well it’s once again that time of year. The time of year where stress levels are high, students become borderline alcoholics and moms come to campus and find out just how disgusting you’ve actually been living.

It’s also the time of year for my usual list of random complaints with seemingly no relation that I tie together. It’s what I do best, so I might as well use what I’ve got.

And it’s lucky I have anything at this point since apparently theft is running rampant on campus.

And if it’s not being stolen there is a good possibility it might start floating away with all this rain. I thought in the Bible God promised to not flood the Earth ever again?

Or maybe He is just trying to drown out the Midwest. In which case, maybe the world will be better off.

Suck on that, 2012.

Anyway, I digress (imagine that).

I also recently found out students are expected to buy renters insurance while living on campus. A friend’s apartment recently got flooded from the overflowing toilet upstairs and there’s no reimbursement for their damaged things.

Housing told them they should have known to get insurance, because I remember that at orientation…

Maybe I was the only ill-informed student living on campus (I highly doubt that), but I never recall any mention of renter’s insurance at any point in the process.

So hopefully there’s no fires, floods (yeah right) or tornadoes anytime soon to destroy your personal possessions.

Chances are if you’re living in housing and a tornado hits, your belongings are going to be the least of your worries.

I don’t think those flimsy walls are going to provide too much protection. A car showed us just how flimsy they are last year at McNutt.

So quit setting off the sirens at 2:00 a.m. every time the lightning flashes. If I’m going to die, I might as well get some sleep in the process.

They tell you to sleep when you’re dead, so it will be appropriate.

And before any anonymous comments are left on the website about this story, you don’t have to like what I have to say, or even understand it.

They say it’s for the reader, but let’s be honest, at this point this is just as much about me as it is you, and unlike most, I’m not ashamed to admit how self-centered I can be. Besides, the catharsis is nice, so I don’t care regardless.

Stay classy.