Dat Boy Trippin (to Chicago and China)

If you know me, you know I don't travel often. I hate flying, and would rather take my car to any destination, regardless of distance. In the past I've been totally content to spend my free time locally doing the usual, because it's in my comfort zone and just generally enjoyable. This summer however, I somehow became the stereotypical college graduate who travels a ton after receiving their diploma. I plan to diary/review both trips in my blog, although I'll be honest, who really knows if that will happen...

Tomorrow, I'm riding Southwest to the Midwest, and a week from Friday I go across the world to China via Air Canada. I mention this not only because it's uncharacteristic of me but also because I will clearly have 15 people who are totally oblivious to where I am, and since the world runs through cellphones and facebook, two things I will not be using in China, this may be my only means of letting people know where I'm at. I will be posting pictures in the aforementioned diaries so I can bore everyone with my journeys' happenings.

Okay, I must get to some sort of point in this post and mention a few things happen when I'm about to leave for a trip:

1) I overthink everything. Not that I don't do that in many other parts of life also, but it's extremely noticeable when I'm in packing mode. Every electronic item has to have 8 chargers or sets of backup batteries. I pack my clothes as if there will be mudstorms everyday and as if every meal out could turn my entire outfit into a bib (are straight guys allowed to say "outfit"? It felt really unnatural to type it)...in other words, I plan for the worst case scenario, even though it never happens.
2) I get really excited when I'm packing and I get up and pace aimlessly around. The actual process of me packing what I need to takes 20-30 minutes tops but it happens over a 3-hour span because I get so giddy I can't focus. This blog is actually being typed as my open suitcase lies unfilled and my to-do list remains incomplete.
3) I convince myself I'm not going to worry about my fantasy sports teams, but ultimately text a friend with my login info so they can monitor them like a pet I'm leaving behind. Wow, that is especially humiliating to admit in this context...I need a life. Maybe I will discover one in Chicago or China.
4) I start attempting to estimate how much the trip will cost me in total, not because I'm concerned about it, but because it's just another mental technique to procrastinate while I'm packing.
5) I debate on what Philly sports apparel I'm going floss while I'm in whatever foreign land it is I am venturing to.

In unrelated news, I am pretty excited for Memorial Day barbecues, one with H-town and one with peeps from work. I have not had the chance with my busy schedule to hang with my coworkers at all, and will certainly relish the opportunity. They are incredibly fun to be around in work, so you can bet I'm excited to see them during some chill hours. Memorial Day is an extremely underrated holiday because you simply can not overstate the importance of any holiday that officially kicks off the summer.

Small Price to Pay

As far as the realm of sports goes, there are 2 kinds of people in this world. There are fans and there is everyone else. A fan is different than a casual observer in many ways, but the only distinction that ultimately matters is what I'll refer to as the "it's just a game" factor. Any person who has ever uttered the words "it's just a game" is not a true fan of either team in the game. When a team is on the cusp of doing something very special, the stakes are raised and it becomes even more of a life and death situation. Look, I'm a Christian, and obviously believe that the actual results of sporting events are irrelevant when looking through an eternal lens. Are there more important things in life? Of course. Also, I could (but will not) easily dive into the reasons why a sports team winning or losing have real significance in a culture. Those things aside, however, as long as I'm on the earth and make a hobby out of being a sports nerd, I will be completely an utterly insulted when someone says, "it's just a game". But let me get to the point of this...

Shoes with a Monopoly money theme...Just kidding, although those bad boys are pretty wild. I posted the picture below because it came up when i was google imaging money-related things, and I was entranced by it. I sometimes am drawn to eccentric styles, but 99% of the time would never actually rock the gear I stalk online.



The reason I was googling money was because I am about to spend a large amount of it this weekend. I planned a trip to see my man TommyBoy a few months ago, and have been chomping at the bit for Memorial day weekend to arrive ever since. Tom's place of employment is lodging me and providing the majority of meals I will have there. It's going to be a great time, one that originally looked very inexpensive also. But fate would have it differently, and as I already stated my wallet is going to end up being much lighter after this weekend...

The Flyers stumbled into the playoffs, got some favorable matchups, and more importantly began playing up to the level they were capable of. They made history and came back from a 3-0 deficit in a best-of-seven series and another 3-0 deficit in the clinching game to reach the Conference Finals. After Chicago dominated their own Conference Final Series, we took care of business and finished off Montreal in 5 games. Because both series ended quickly the Stanley Cup Finals are set to begin in the Windy City on Saturday. What do you think the probability was of Philly making the Finals, drawing the Blackhawks from the West, and playing the opening game of the series in what might be the only 3-day period for the rest of my life I visit Chicago? If you answered, "Holy crap, I have as good a chance of winning the lottery as that actually happening" you would be on the money.

So there I am post game, watching the Stanley Cup Finals Schedule flash onscreen as my trip to visit my Philly-transplant homie approaches. It dawns on me in that moment that I just can not miss going to the first game of the finals under any circumstances. It's just too huge of a chance to pass up, and too many things fell into place for me to not buy a ticket to the United Center for Saturday. And there's no getting around it: I'm going to have to shell out some major bucks to make it happen.

Now Tom and I both work with kids, because we are just that altruistic hah. But seriously, we both love what we do, and share the joys of our fields and the down points equally. One down point is that we are not compensated in the financial department as much as an individual would like to be. It's not a big deal because, well...mo' money, mo' problems. It does, however, make it difficult to buy tickets to a Pro Sports Championship game. Buying tickets when a few hundred bucks could be made back in a day of work is a very different thing than buying tickets when that same amount takes much longer to recoup.

Don't get me wrong though, my point is not to cry about how much the tickets are or how little we make. I can't state that enough. If the Fly guys get smoked in game 1, of course I'll be superbly bummed, but it's totally worth the price of admission to be there just because the possibility exists that it could be the sports experience of a lifetime. The point is that fans invest a lot in their teams, and in a variety of different ways. Being a Philly sports fan, I feel I have a penance to pay to our hockey team for doubting them at junctures throughout the season. Shelling out a large amount of dinero for the opportunity to be verbally molested by Blackhawks fans in Standing Room is an honor I don't take lightly. And, far more importantly, I feel that the question of whether there should be two more bodies covered in orange and black in enemy territory shouldn't be a question at all, regardless of the investment it takes to make it happen.



I got a text from Tom this afternoon concerning our decision to take the leap for one of our sports teams:

"When we are 80 years old we can talk about how we saw the Flyers play the Blackhawks in the Stanley Cup in Chicago during Philly's famous Cinderella season."

Some opportunities you just can't put a price on.

Big Boy Shots

Today I had to go into the doctor's office for a tetanus shot. I had to go into the chiropractor beforehand because I messed up my back at work last week, giving me multiple doc appointments in one day. Needless to say, I feel like I'm getting old already. Ya know what makes me not feel old though? Getting called out by the nurse as she flips through a pile of paperwork on me: "I'm sorry, It'll just be a second. I can tell you are really nervous about this."



Was she right about this? Of course she was. The whole process of sticking needles in flesh totally skeeves me out. It's always bothered me. When I was a tot, I'd rather fall down a flight of stairs that were on fire than get a shot. Then I grew up and watched "Requiem for a Dream," taking my needle disgust to another level. (If you have seen the movie, no explanation is needed) I don't think that shots are even remotely painful, I just hate the process of needle insertion. So much so, if fact, that when I got multiple needles during allergy tests last year, the doc had to stop because I "looked pale like I was going to pass out." When I'm looking paler than usual, there is clearly a problem.

So anyway, the nurse eventually gave me the shot, which of course took 1.3 seconds and went as easily as a shot should. As if I hadn't already raised questions about my age through my (apparently) unavoidable anxiety concerning the procedure, I decided to open my mouth. "Is it over?" I asked hesitantly. "It's all over!" she replied in a manner that led me to believe she was going to follow up the shot with a ninja turtle band aid and a high five. "Is it over?" Of course it's over Ryan you idiot, it's a shot not an appendectomy. Now get up and walk out before she changes her mind and decides to give you another.

Resolutions Update

So it's common practice to make a New Years Resolution, and I decided to kick off a less than impressive blog-year by making a few of my own. As commonly as resolutions are made, however, they are rarely followed up on. People don't want to make a promise to get fit in January, then openly admit a few months later that they actually put on some LBs. The bottom line is that keeping people up to date on one's shortcomings is a great way to monitor both shrinking in the waistline department and growth in the character one. So hear we go, with one third of the year already ancient history, I'm going to do a little status check on my resolutions...


Resolution: GRADUATE!!!
Status: Check baby!!! I finally did it and could not be happier. It was the number 1 resolution on my list, and I can say that it was achieved. To give you some perspective on what a historic accomplishment this was, and more specifically how long it took, When my college career began:
--George Bush was the President
--Army Fatigues had successfully made a comeback (and I swear I brought them back, for better or for worse)
--My Sister couldn't legally drink, heck she could barely get into a rated R movie
--I had never worked with a disabled person in any capacity, and as a matter of fact, had worked one job for my entire life.
--I weighed in the 180 range
--I did not have a facebook account, and not because I knew facebook was evil, but because I was not aware of its existence
--"Oops I Did it Again" by Britney Spears topped the charts...well maybe not, but I'm sure that Britney was still somewhat relevant
--I had not seen a Philadelphia Sports Championship in my lifetime. Wow...I will give you a second to let that sink in...

My sister and I rag on each other about pretty much everything, so naturally she's a pro at taking shots at my inability to graduate before her. Keeping in mind that we are both fielding congratulations on our respective collegiate achievements, one of the funniest things that happens now is how we get congratulated. She noted that the people are so pleasantly surprised that I actually finished that I get louder remarks, bigger smiles, and overall greater vigor from people complementing me on my accomplishment than she does. So its, "Congrats Kirsten, great job!" followed by something like, "I am sooo proud of you Ryan!! I knew you would eventually make it! You have a bright future ahead you just had to get past this big bump in the road!! We are so inspired by your perseverance!!!" It is high comedy, let me tell you.

The previous paragraph reminds me, I forgot to include something in my "Goodbye Temple" blog. Many, many, many thanks to all the lovely people who helped me along the tumultuous road to the finish line. The amount of love that I have felt recently has been incredible, but more on that soon in an upcoming blog.


Resolution: I am fully resolved to take a flight out to Chicago to visit Tommy Boy, and catch a game at historic Wrigley Field.
Status: 10 days till my Southwest flight leaves Philly for the Windy City! I bought my Cubbies tickets and could not possibly be more pumped up for the game and for the trip in general. I told Tommy Boy that it would totally happen, and it certainly is.

Resolution: Mas blogos por favor!
Status: Okay, the ball was dropped on this one, there's just no getting around it. In my defense, this resolution was very low on the priority list, and I should be able to step up my blogging game a bit since college is officially a thing of the past. Although I do fear the loss of my job at the Computer Lab (with my Temple departure) will hurt my output during certain months of the year. Still, onward and upward as far as posting the irrelevant details of my life goes.

Resolution: I will have a six-pack by summer.
Status: Definitely a "fail" to this point. While I did find times to regularly work out during the majority of the school year, my eating habits towards the end of the semester were awful, and the importance of getting in perfect shape was put in perspective by a multitude of other far more significant things. I will always be a fit dude, but looking like a cover model for Men's Health isn't an aspiration that I will ever hold. It's great to be healthy, but there's line between doing something for health and doing something for vanity, and if I'm being totally honest, it gets blurred for me. That probably sounds like a total copout for "I just got lazy and didn't make it happen" but either way I think it holds truth. I still have to get off my keester and get back into running mode, as that improves my quality of life across the board.

Totally random side note and true story: My dad just walked into my room, laid down on the floor to hang out with me and chat for a bit, and after 3-5 minutes of talking fell sound asleep. As I type this, he is out like a light with his head partially underneath a stool. This situation could not describe him better in a nutshell.

Resolution: I want to complete all my unfinished original works, write a few more, and freestyle at least 2 times with random groups of brothas.
Status: This one is far from complete, but I will say that the future is bright as far as these things go, and I think I will be able to get an "A" in regards to this resolution by year's end. I work with a handful of guys who can spit some, and with many more who can appreciate good raw (and white) talent. I am excited at the prospect of some summer barbeques to showcase my Eminem-like whiteboy skill set...On the musical side of things, this semester killed most of my guitar time, and I was not able to do much with my written work. That said, I feel confident that my lyrical lows are behind me (embodied by one unfortunate song in particular) and summer will bring a renewed dedication to my "Making-the-acoustic-guitar-not-a-lame-chick-attracting-gimmick" mission.

Resolution: I will be a man and approach/get digits of a dame that I'm digging.
Status: While I did succeed in this a few times, my perspective changed totally on this. A few less-than-impressive additions to my dating résumé made me realize that when it comes to approaching women when I'm out with friends, less is more. And by "less is more," I mean never is more. My interest in drawing the attention of females is at an all-time low. Okay, that's definitely overstating the point, but let me explain. I'm trying to avoid situations where I will either waste money on taking a loser out on a date, or become smitten over a girl who I know ultimately has no shot at being the future Mrs.Lewis. There's no point in leading someone on or in tricking myself into thinking that any sort of casual romantic relationship is a good idea. "Casual" is a word that only has positive connotations when it refers to an outfit choice. The most important things in life require passion, commitment and dedication, all words that can not correspond with casual. Back to my point: sweating the process of finding a love interest is not worth it, even though inevitably everyone does it, or has done it, at some point or another. If I have confidence in myself, remain somewhat social, and trust God's plan for my life,

Resolution: Find a home church.
Status: I think when I wrote my resolutions I was losing sight of what really mattered as far as church went: Just being there consistently. Not attending church on a reg is a very bad idea if you claim to follow Christ. There are a million reasons to not go to church, and I think I've used just about every one at some point in varying moments of spiritual laziness. It comes down to to the fact that Christians need to regularly be in worship and fellowship with other believers to strengthen their own faith, and to have some sense of accountability. You're not a Christian because you go to church, but you do go to church because you're a Christian, as corny as that may sound. The church I grew up in is by no means perfect, and may not even be the right church for me long term, but right now it is my home church, and it's where I'm supposed to be.

Resolution: Survive Desmond till June.
Status: Next to graduating, I am most proud of this accomplishment. I was very close to ditching this gig and finding another, and it was only by God's grace that I remained with Dezzy. Sticking through the rough start proved to be totally worth it, as Des is a reformed youngster nowadays, and though he still has some bad moments here and there, the transformation in his personality has made him unrecognizable to a lot of people. I'm at the point now where I actually want to stay with him longer than I'm actually able to. The kid finds ways to crack me up on a daily basis, and the staff that I work with is a cast of characters that I've grown extremely fond of over the past 4 months. My work day goes approximately 425 times faster than the average person's, and as I've mentioned already in passing, there's always something new to laugh about. I really have to bust out a "Ways you know you have a great/awful job" blog because I feel I have infinite wisdom on the subject at this point in my life.

Resolution: Play one game of beer pong with V-Dub Wright.
Status: Plenty of time left to get this one accomplished and bring our career record to 2-0. I did not have a picture of Val rocking a random pair of sunglasses she found as I did with Desmond, but you can be sure if I did have one, it would be the perfect end to this blog post.



Problem Solved. Good day friends!

Things I Don't Trust (Part 4)

If you haven't read parts uno, dos o tres, the links are listed below if you feel like catching up on my moderately organized drivel...

Part 1 - http://ryforry.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-dont-trust.html

Part 2 - http://ryforry.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-dont-trust-part-2.html

Part 3 - http://ryforry.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-dont-trust-part-3_08.html


Ok, on to the issues...




18) Girls Who Use the F-Bomb Excessively
Let's face it, anyone who uses excessive profanity is at very least somewhat obnoxious to be around, but for whatever reason, girls with especially bad potty-mouths seem to make me cringe a little more. Getting deeper into it, "fuck" is hardly acceptable to say in cases of extreme emotional outpouring let alone in casual conversation. Though I do not think it's morally right for myself or anyone to swear, I actually am not personally bothered by any cursing if it's used in certain contexts. I understand people get caught up in the heat of the moment sometimes, heck I know I do. I actually think it's attractive when a girl gets fired up enough to drop some 4-letter zingers if it happens relatively infrequently. But when it gets to the point that a girl in one of my classes was at last semester, it becomes completely repulsive. This girl would sit there, whining about anything and everything in her life (which also was annoying) while outputting more Fs than an unprepared student. I've never seen someone so physically attractive to me initially transform to look so indescribably hideous in a matter of minutes. And while I'm on the subject of cursing, I have to get into cursing and comedy. I have been trying to eliminate doing anything funny that is only funny because it has a carefully planted/specifically emphasized curse. Dane Cook is one of many comics who have made a living off of yelling curse words in punchlines to get cheap laughs out of mediocre material. (I should clarify, the material he actually did not steal from other comedians) This is also a gimmick professors use to get students approval/attention. It lacks creativity, and it butchers language, and I therefor withdraw trust from excessive f-bomb droppers, especially of the female variety.


19) Girls Who Talk About Their BFs Way Too Much
Last female-related one before this starts sounding like a "boys rule, girls drool" entry. Boys and girls both rule and drool on occasion, but boys usually don't talk incessantly about their girlfriends when the conversation does not warrant it whatsoever. I had a class last semester (and came to the realization that I had a least one every semester I was in school) where girls would drop the fact that they had a boyfriend into discussions about writing form or job hunting. There is no better way for a girl to scream "I AM TOTALLY INSECURE!!!" than to bring up the fact that she is not single repeatedly. There was one main culprit in this regard among the many last semester that stood out. She separated herself by repeatedly mentioning her boyfriend when it was completely irrelevant to the discussion, and finished the semester by coming to class drunk and crying (or leaving for portions of class to cry) for the final 2 weeks. Her friend, who also came to class smashed on a reg, informed me and another guy that her boyfriend was being a total jerk and that he actually always had been. Sorry if it makes me insensitive, but I could never trust that type. (Side story: The girls who regularly came to class drunk sat on one side of the room and the majority who came sober sat in the middle or on the opposite side. There were 4 guys total in this class. We sat in the back and watched as the sober side seethed with anger more and more every class as the drunk side became louder and more obnoxious with each passing week. It got to the point where there were a few shouting matches, and more than a few evenings where the sausage quartet would sit in the back and be thankful we weren't involved....high comedy)


20) My Cellphone
My phone currently shuts off randomly for no reason. Something must be wrong with the battery, but whatever the case, it's clear that I'm going to be running from a deranged homeless man with a machete and pull out my phone to call the cops for help only to find it shut off. Instead of trying to turn the phone on however, I'll probably be so annoyed that it's dead, my blurred judgment will cause me to angrily hurl it, thus rendering me incapable of being found so someone can ID the body. Merciful Heavens!


21) My Own Mind Thinking Up Lame Analogies
Recently I find myself subconsciously finding analogous ways to say/think about everything. Case and point, which is also applicable to blogging: Name dropping in the blogosphere. I feel like a little kid, and Liz and Briggsy are my parents. When I drop their names in a blog, I'm the tyke who is performing a song on stage. I see them and neglect my theatrical duties and instead ecstatically smile and wave at them in the crowd till they acknowledge me. When they drop mine, it's like the "nice-work pal" pat on the head or the "great-job sport" ikeem cone. I would say that I have an inferiority complex since I'm referring to myself as a tot in my own head, but the thing is, this is just one of the numerous absurd analogies my mind has been cooking up recently. I'll blame it on my "hippie" days at Delco Christian.


22) Not Having a Pooping Comfort Zone
My sis says I am way too liberal in bringing up crap convo. I would tend to agree with her, and though I have already posted an entirely blog devoted to defecation, I have to make another point on the issue. How can someone be fine going in a public bathroom? Maybe there isn't anyone in existence who enjoys dropping trou when they're outside of a private restroom, but if people like that do exist, I certainly don't trust them. The reason this comes up now is thanks to my little Caribbean love child Desmond's. He took his first dump since I joined the staff at Elwyn, which is mind boggling considering how much he eats, but I digress...he says "Wyan, hafta bafwoom...booboo" I'm thinking the kid is saying he fell when we were last in there and got hurt, but no, he in fact had to take his first "booboo" ever on my watch. We go in, with me still reeling from the fact that he does poop. We get in and he yells from the stall "cldothes off" which is Desmond for "clothes off". I'm not sure what he's talking about but my suspicion is later confirmed by his old teacher that he indeed likes to dump all his clothes on while he is, well...doing some dumping of his own. "Nah Des, keep your clothes on buddy," I respond reassuringly, yet quietly knowing from personal experience that it won't be as good for him since he's not totally in his element. "Wyan...cldose door" (Ryan...close the door). The stall door being shut, I naturally respond, "the door is closed Des." He responds in frustration, "No...get out...cldose bafwoom door". In that moment my respect for my little man shot skyward. He is no different from me. Would I want someone standing in the bathroom waiting for me while I'm trying go #2? Of course not. I immediately respect his wishes and wait outside the bathroom door until I hear him shout "I'm dooone." Let's not lose the moral of the story though. Everyone has (or at least should have) a comfort zone when it comes to using the can. Though Desmond and I may differ in skin color, age, and speed at which we resort to violence when we don't get our way, he gained my trust through his desire for being in his comfort zone when taking the Browns to the Super Bowl.

Goodbye Temple

Well, it's finally over.

Wow, those words look as spectacular in print as they sounded when I yelled them out to an amused classroom and a visibly annoyed professor as I handed in my last final as a Temple University Undergraduate student. I am having trouble putting into words how I feel about this monumental portion of my life, so my apologies for being scatterbrained, although this differs little from my normal writing pre-blog hiatus. I will make no attempt to "list" my subject matter below or categorize anything I will touch on, so as to pay homage to my college career: Chaotic and reckless, but ultimately reaching a final destination.

Let me begin by saying that there couldn't be a more poetic end to my time at Temple U. I'm serving my final shift in an empty Johnson & Hardwick Computer Lab as I write this, while sipping on my third free Dunkin Donuts iced coffee of the day. The only way my time on campus could end more appropriately is if I had to walk through a rally for a disgusting liberal cause to get to my car on the way out (which is still a distinct possibility). I must say that the work study at J&H that I've been doing for the past 3-4 years has been a total Godsend. I've gotten paid to get homework done, chat with some interesting people, get internet time, and work out (while in the adjacent Fitness Center I also worked in). Granted, there have been times where everything's breaking down and spoiled students are complaining about the facilities, but I still feel it's been the easiest job I've ever worked, and just a perfect compliment to any student's busy schedule.

Speaking of schedules, my packed one this semester couldn't have possibly worked out better. One thing I've learned about myself is that the busier I am on a daily basis, the more productive I am with my free time. Working with Desmond every day, although very mentally and physically strenuous, totally toughened me up for the challenges I faced in the hours I wasn't being maimed by him. I really should have been doing school at night and online for my entire time here and working during the day. I wouldn't be in the poorhouse, and I would've easily pulled a 3.5, which leads me to my next point...

I really do not care even the slightest about my grades. College if you are in the field of Communications is about one thing and one thing only: Networking. The more people you know, the more you open yourself up to potential job/life opportunities. College provides a plethora of people to add to your contact list who can help you and who you can help. Those people know other people, who in turn connect you to others and so on. My problem was that there were two people during the first 90% of my college career, on-campus Ryan and off-campus Ryan, and trust me, on-campus Ryan was not the networking type. He was the "please just get me through this class without forcing me to speak to another human being" type. Until the home stretch that is. Then, a new man emerged.

One of the things that made this semester a success was the cast of characters I came to know and love. Though they all are baffled and outraged that I'm off the facebook drug, and we couldn't cement our status as friends with a f-book connection, I copped a ton of digits, which (should, at least) matter far more anyway. I don't think I laughed as much my entire time at college as I did the last couple months, because although I can find plenty of people who share my interests, finding individuals who share my humor is difficult. Normally the idea of a group project makes me shudder, but I was fortunate enough to meet people through my Team Building class that were winners. They were legitimately fun to be around, even if the class material itself was legitimately a complete and utter waste of time. I was totally swamped this semester, so I had to blend social life with work/school life which resulted in me taking my laptop everywhere and me not being completely socially awkward at school and work. My social swagger is currently at an all-time high after finally covering the school terrain, and hopefully this translates to other areas of life that require a high rating on the swag-o-meter.

Truth be told, this semester/its conclusion have far too many threads intertwined with life/life lessons for this not to be a multi-part blog. I have so many stories, both big and small to attempt to tie into this blog's material. So look for some posts in the coming days as I sort through everything that has been collecting dust in my dome since I last posted something. I depart from you with a Goodnight Moon-like take on the completion of my time at Owl-Central. It may not be good, but hopefully, like my GPA, it will be good enough to get the job done and conclude with...

Goodbye Temple, Goodbye Owl
Goodbye classes that made me scowl
Goodbye Peaks, Goodbye Valleys
Goodbye pro-abortion rallies
Goodbye Greek Life, Goodbye Frats
Goodbye wiggers in straight-brimmed hats
Goodbye lectures, Goodbye agendas
Goodbye Asian streetcar vendors
Goodbye Maxis and Temple Star
Goodbye long walks from my parked car
Goodbye friends I made in class
Goodbye gay profs equipped with sass
Goodbye Johnson and Hardwick pack
Goodbye 7-11, Goodbye Sac
Goodbye profs that kept it real
Goodbye North Philly appeal
Goodbye blackboard, you won't be missed
Goodbye things I forgot to list
Goodbye Cherry, Goodbye White
Free of you, I'll sleep tonight