Responsibility

Wow, this is the first Friday in a long time that I’ve been able to just sit back and relax. For the last month my Fridays have been full of NaNo and schoolwork. But today I get to kick back and relax—have all my work done and NaNo is over (I finished with 52,000 words total). Of course, I could be reading or writing or drawing or another activity that I enjoy doing—but instead, I’m choosing to write a blog to my sparse followers. Don’t you guys feel special?

And by the way, you can comment on these entries… just thought I’d throw that in there.

Today I had this inclination to write about responsibility. First of all, I would like to say to everyone that pedestrians have the right-a-way at a cross walk. Do you want me to repeat that? Pedestrians have the right-a-way at a cross walk.

I say this because I have to cross a street of considerable size to get to my classes. Every day I walk down to the cross walk, look both ways like I was taught in kindergarten, and cross. But twice has it occurred while crossing said street where a car has almost ran me over.

First was a couple of weeks ago and it was snowing, a fine dusting of the powdery stuff was everywhere. I went to the cross walk, checked for cars and began to cross when a car honked at me. I immediately stopped and so did they. I thought that meant I could walk so I continued doing so when the car started to move forward! To prevent my death, I stopped again and motioned for the car to pass. The car pulled in front of me, in the crosswalk, rolled down their window and proceeded to lecture me about how I had to wait for the car and how I was in the wrong and yatta yatta yatta.

Honestly, when this occurred my anger at her didn’t sink in until later. At first I just felt sad and pitiful. Then, when I replayed the events in my mind and realized that I was in a crosswalk where I had the right-a-way. I’ve found that the most difficult part of this is the fact that I’ve seen this same woman twice on campus and it has taken a lot of self control to not walk up to her and call her certain words. “Treasures in Heaven,” I tell myself.

Then today, walking home, I had the same thing happen with a different car, different people! This time I didn’t let the car pass and kept on walking.

I’m sorry, but people need to take responsibility and be mature adults, especially when it comes down to simple things like people crossing the street. Like when students are stuck with a ton of homework because they partied all week and complain about it. They curse the teacher, they curse the assignment, but never themselves.