Sadness.

I hit a bird the other day with my car. It flew out and swooped down as I was picking up speed on the on ramp. There was nothing I could do. It bumped my bumper...and then I looked in the rearview and...this is sad. There was this big poof of feathers blowing up into the breeze. Ugh. It was so sick-I just gasped, clapped my hand over my mouth, and tore my eyes back to the road. It was not good.

Then...this freshman boy died of alcohol related problems last weekend in Russell Hall-the dorm I was in as a freshman. He was a 19 year old Sigma Alpha Epsilon guy, and apparently he had a friend in from out of town. They were drinking in the dorm, and he got drunk and passed out. In that state he threw up and choked on it to death. That was the story in the news. How HORRIBLE is that? I won't say that he didn't cause it to happen, but it's one of those things that you hope someone will learn from and stop doing, not DIE from. It makes me SO angry bc the officials at UGA are saying that their worst fears have been realized because of the underage drinking at UGA and the drinking in the dorms. As if they don't know it's happening. YEAH RIGHT. That makes me so mad. They know it happens, and they shouldn't act like they are surprised someone got hurt. If they didn't think drugs, alcohol, etc were going around the dorms, they wouldn't have police officers walk with the RAs who are on call every single night down every single hall of every single floor of the dorms.

Alright then. That's enough of bad news for now.