Forever I Love Atlanta
Hey World.
Going to college in the city, you often have to deal with a number of unique things that those of you who are ensconced in layers of university towns may never see. A typical walk to class at State may include fending off a number of ‘outdoorsmen’ asking for change, weaving through the serious business ladies in their pencil skirts and tennis shoes, being yelled at by religious fanatics who are in direct connection with a higher power. And that is all before your eight o’clock class.
In trying to explain what it is like to be a student at GA State to your urban-challenged friends, one is at a loss for words. How do you explain a school in which it is not uncommon to stumble upon a moon-bounce on a closed off section of the street…on a Wednesday? A school where every Tuesday and Thursday means a band in the courtyard? A school that regularly hosts drag shows, has a revolution club, and is regularly infiltrated by hobos.
I’ll tell you how—wonderful.
The best part of going to school in a city is that you are never bored. So when you are exhausted/hungover and just trying to get to school, you are unaware that you are actually wearing a giant sign that says, “please bother me”. There is no such thing as minding your own business.
On my way to class, a man; 1. asked me if i was grown—still trying to figure that out; 2. told me that I am making good decisions with my life; 3. scolded me for not being more proud of my school and 4. offered me lasagna.
A typical day on the MARTA train.
Once you leave the train, however, the real show begins. If you are lucky you will only be called a harlot once or twice (ankles are provocative, ladies).
Now, one of the most prominent figures in the…street-side evangelism communities is a man in all white, including a white hard hat, carrying a bible and a stick with an empty Krispy Cream box tied to the end. Which makes me think—are all of the answers to the universe contained within a donut box?
Just in case these men really, truly do have the answers to all of life’s mysteries, I might begin to think twice before refusing their lasagna.
xoxo, C