I swear, every time I walk through the halls, I feel like Cady from “Mean Girls.”  I literally see the jungle-like interactions. And when I blink, the images DON’T go away.  Seriously, shut up and go to class. Half of the time, I have a headache and really don’t want to hear underclassmen screaming about stuff I really don’t care about.  It is completely and utterly unnecessary to scream an unintelligible phrase to your friend who is five feet away from you.  Maybe I’m not clear on this issue.  So let me break it down.  If I got a dollar for every time I heard a juvenile comment being screamed across the hallway, I would be a millionaire.

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