
Saturday, October 8, 2005, I sit in the apartment of a friend, watching the Ohio State football team play Penn State. Anyone who knows Ohio State knows that football is the life of every Ohio State student.... but me.
If Rolo hadn't been in town, I probably would have been watching 24 on Netflix. As the end of the 4th quarter rolled around, and Ohio State was losing, a feeling of complete worry and sadness overcame me... not because we were losing, but because of the riots that I knew were sure to follow.
Sure enough, when Rolo and I got back to my apartment, it was complete chaos. I felt like I was in the middle of the movie Animal House. The dumpster behind my apartment was on fire (that picture was taken from my bedroom window), and the drunken idiots in my apartment complex decided to throw everything that they could find that would make a loud noise off of the balconies and into the courtyard. By the morning, the courtyard was a sheet of broken glass, cans, broken trashcans, fans, a keg, plastic cups, and even a muffin cookie sheet.
Now, I knew that this school was obsessed with football and partying, but somehow I had managed to escape its wrath until this weekend. The sad part is, that everyone in my apartment complex that wasn't participating in the throwing of random objects, still thought it was all so amusing and entertaining, but all I could think about was how idiotic, immature, and pointless it all was. It's sad because this incident was the most typical example of the mentality of everyone I meet here.
How is it possible that at a school of 50,000 people, I haven't met one person that would have seen the situation the same way that I did?