Thursday, March 24, 2011
Does anybody else have designated spots around campus where they like to do certain things? I have many, and I quite enjoy my designated spots. For instance, I have a designated spot to study. I have a designated spot in the great court where I like to sit, soak up sun, sleep, or just catch the breeze. I have a designated spot where I’d go between classes to finish homework for my next class. And my favorite, I have a designated bathroom on campus where I do my most heinous business.
Well, I recently found a nice, grassy little place outside, next to one of my classes, where I could chill and surf the web. I was really starting to enjoy this area too. It was shady and there weren’t too many people walking around a crowding my business… But apparently people weren’t the ones who I needed to worry about.
On this fateful day, I had just bought lunch before coming to chill at this spot. I was quite hungry and therefore giving my undivided attention to the my sausage and bread… however, I was the only one doing so. After just one bite, I looked up to see myself cornered, one to my left and one to my right, by two ibises. If I haven’t described them before, ibises are big, aggressively unattractive birds with the body of a hen, creepy twig legs, and possibly the head of something worshipped in Egypt. They have the attitude of a pigeon and no respect of one’s personal bubble… making them the dicks of the campus avian population.
So as I was saying, these ibises stood there staring at me for a little while, and I stared back. Then they began to strut toward me (Not even creep! Strut!), eyeing my food like the vultures. I immediately began to panic. The beak of an ibis looks like it could punch a hole in a soup can. “Shoo!” That didn’t work. I looked around to see if any kind samaritan from nearby would come give me a hand but I had picked too secluded of a spot. Damn those effective, peaceful-spot-finding skills of mine!
I then resorted to making ‘threatening’ kicking motions in their directions. I probably looked like the biggest pansy because they still kept walking forward. The girlish “ughh… get awaaaayyyyy” I whined during that action probably didn’t help though…
They had now closed into arms distance and I attempted swatting at one. The tips of my fingers may have grazed the beast’s neck, but that was enough to freak me the hell out. I shot up screaming as if I was being murdered, grabbed my book bag, and ran straight for the crowded walkways surrounding the great court. I must’ve looked like a plum fool but it didn’t matter. I, and most importantly my sandwich, were safe.
After school, I was invited to go to the QUT guild bar with Brytes, England, Pierces, Nineties, and others. This wouldn’t have been so eventful if I had actually paid to recharge my cell phone minutes… I got lost walking to the bar, got to the bar, found out Pierces was out looking for me to bring me back to the bar, and spent the next five minutes pretty sure I was going to feel the violent, ‘I will tear your heart out with my bare hands’ wrath of Pierces when she got back.
However, the wrath of Pierces wasn’t that bad but actually quite understanding. All of my ‘relaxing escapes’ today have been fear riddled… I guess it’s true what they say, that the simplest of tasks can hold the biggest adventures. Or just plainly scare the bejeezus out of you.