seen around campus

Here is something I see every time I pass by a certain dormitory on my way to campus. Let me say right off the bat (heh heh) that I am glad to see that today's youth are taking good care of their things. When I was of that age, many of my friends and myself included could not be counted on to properly maintain our own bodies. Proper maintenance of an automobile was a click or two beyond our horizon as well. We could restring a guitar, grill fresh tuna and grind our own coffee, but if the household paddling board needed a fresh coat of paint, we were, and I hate to say it, a pretty hopeless bunch. Paddling in those days was not as refined as it is now, and I think I can speak for most of the slackers of Chapel Hill in the eighties on this, we generally just grabbed whatever was handy. So I commend these new millenials and the respect they have for their implements of recreational corporal punishment. I do take issue, however, with their blatent disregard for university property. I would like to say that I would have at least put down a layer of newspaper or perhaps a T-shirt or two to protect the threshold of my dormitory (which, as a threshold, says a lot about those who dwell therein), but of course I can not say such a thing with certainty. Had it been me, honestly, I would have stepped across this very doorstone on my way to class every day and attributed the mess to one of many made in sacrifice to art.