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It's been a pretty stressful week at work: a big implementation, lots of schedule changes, good people moving on to bigger and better positions that we will miss, etc., etc. I'm also in the final stretch of my summer class -- done tomorrow! -- and yesterday walking to class I saw a massive swarm of high school students walking off of the quad towards the cafeteria. They were dressed in gym shorts and t-shirts, running around laughing, with musical instruments in tow.Band camp.
What a great way to spend a week, I thought to myself. Going to stay in a college dorm with friends with nothing to worry about except the sun and an 8:00 a.m. start time. My mind wandered back to my research paper and staffing planning.
Three girls darted across the intersection diagonally. No worries; there wasn't a car in sight on a college campus in June at 5:00 p.m. on a Monday. Instantly, though, at least twenty people chimed out in unison, "Crosswalk! Crosswalk! Gotta take the crosswalk!"
"Laaaaaadies!" barked a disgruntled band director with a bursting armful of papers. "Remember, crosswalks are your friend."
Thank God I'm not in high school anymore.
Posted by Mark at 05:34 am on Tues under genera