By Kimiko Martinez
So I really am older than I thought.
If I thought I had issues last week, now that the big day has come and gone, I’m convinced 25 is old. Even though I tell myself I’m reliving 21, my body doesn’t believe it.
I enthusiastically embarked on my day’s adventure with the basic to-do list of 1) Magic Mountain, 2) a party and 3) a Halloween dance. Of course, my best friend and I got sidetracked at Target for about an hour (perhaps a mark of our age right there) and didn’t actually make it to Magic Mountain until about 1 p.m. And after making the rounds and hitting the rides we had the patience to wait for (which only equaled about six rides), I was ready for a nap.
Although we crammed in a full day’s worth of activities, which each would have been enjoyable by themselves, the day as a whole seemed a bit too hectic. As my friend mentioned, “We’re not 17 anymore.”
What did we think we were trying to do?
We probably traveled at least 150 miles hopping from Los Angeles to Valencia and back, to Irvine, Norwalk, Westminster, back to Norwalk and finally back to Los Angeles
I should’ve just stayed in bed.
Perhaps it’s because I work at a sushi restaurant, or maybe the driving habits on the Pep campus really are that bad, but whatever the case, the California roll seems to be prevalent on Pepperdine’s streets.
As I sat waiting for the shuttle after class last week, I noticed this horrible habit that affected practically every driver that passed me by. I doubt even one in 10 cars came to a complete stop at the nearby stop sign. Granted, it was on Seaver Drive near the Com building and the downhill grade isn’t really all that conducive to a full halt, but that’s not an excuse.
And besides the non-stopping trend, I observed a handful of vehicles not just committing minor infractions, but really just driving irresponsibly — revving their engines down the hill and racing around corners.
It’s no wonder the insurance premiums for our age group are so inflated. But wait, I just moved out of that age category, didn’t I?
I guess there was something good about turning 25 after all.
I think Bambi has a drinking problem. As I was leaving the newsroom at 2:30 a.m. last week, I noticed a couple of clusters of resident deer munching on the foliage around the new Com building and down the hill.
Now, I don’t know about you, but the only reason I know of to be eating at 2 in the morning is because you’ve got to get something in your stomach to sop up whatever is currently in there. Plus, you’re just so amped that going straight home just doesn’t sound like a very fun option. Hence the popularity of 24-hour diners like Denny’s and Norms.
Of course, I am aware of the fact that we are talking about non-humans here. But I thought it was an oddly intriguing theory. So I thought I’d share. And now I have.
October 31, 2002