So, you might not have noticed, but I tend to write fairly regularly for this page. And there is always a different headline. But starting now, I’m going to probably call it “The Price is right” every week. Because my last name is Price. And I am right. About everything.
Let’s take graffiti, as an example. For months there has been a spray paint bottle in the stairwell of Apartments West. And just this weekend, someone decided that they couldn’t wait for Chalk on the Walk. No, instead they wanted non-school-sanctioned vandalism. So someone, in what I can only imagine was an altered state of consciousness, took the can of spray paint and wrote, “Can’t stop yeah.” And this leaves me with a couple of questions. Really? Is that it? I mean, of all the things that could have been written, they chose “Can’t stop yeah”? They could have made it dirty, with the integral of e to the x. Or dirty and complicated, with the integral of 2xdx from ten to thirteen. True, it’s better than the classic yet over done penis line drawing. And it’s got an apostrophe. But it’s still quite terrible.
I’m quite against graffiti. I like how Rose looks; it doesn’t need your pathetic attempts at “art.” If you go to Rose, you are no Bansky. (Don’t know who he is? Google him. It’s totally worth it.)
At some schools, they have designated areas for spray paint. Students or clubs sign up, and use the space for advertisements or stress relief. Painting a giant portrait of a calculus homework assignment going up in flames certainly sounds more therapeutic than the stress busters the Learning Center hands out. Perhaps Rose should start this. Or perhaps the sound-proof-ish music rooms could be rented out for yelling. Or maybe the SRC could get some punching bags. Maybe then the vandalism can stop. Yeah.
