Everyone here gets out alive

Vicious are some of the people here, in the hallowed ivy halls.  A severe disease of hyper-competitiveness pervades an otherwise genial scene.  Great swaths of student chatter in the class-wide lectures, swinging necks, like giant cranes, or the ponderous swivel of a head towards the who’s who, the popular kids, the clique in the corner that everyone wants to be a member of.  That kind of shit isn’t absent from this place.  It’s magnified.  By intelligence, success and proliferation of psychological techniques, there are those among the student population who think – rather, know – they are better than everyone else.

Fortunately, I don’t know any of these people personally.  They hide in plain site and won’t deign to talk to me.  So from squinted eyes, I happily judge them.  Behind a veneer of false smiles, I watch, keenly waiting for them to falter and flail in full view.  And I prosecute, judge and execute them and go on with my day.