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There's nothing quite like living next to a university to make me feel old.
I don't even mean in the sense of "look at all these young men and women in class!" No, I mean in the sense of turning into the stereotype of the crotchety neighbor across the street. Because frankly, the fraternity neighboring us plays crappy music, and they play it too loud, and they play it too late at night. And sometimes, they get an even crappier cover band to come in and perform it as well. Some of the neighbors like to have long involved discussions about their relationship under my office window, and the number of young women who think "screaming like I'm being assaulted" is a good way to demonstrate enthusiasm for some party makes for fairly unsettling evening sometimes. And I've started getting reflexively grumpy at the sounds of people laughing loudly and having a good time, because I associate it with people deciding that 3am is a great time to do cannonballs into the pool under the bedroom window while shouting drunkenly...
I did get a good laugh out of the time they were building a basketball court across the street, though. Lots of tentative, irregular sounds of hammers being wielded, interspersed with cries of pain.
Still, it ends up making me want to get a cane just so that I can shake it. Alas that I have no lawn to shout at people to get off, but I bet if I did I would, in fact, be irked that all those college brats were taking shortcuts across it. (...okay, if I had a lawn it would be fenced, and be more dirt and garden than grass, but even so.) I guess between all this and the four cats, I'm already prepared for my inevitable Crazy Cat Lady old age.
I don't even mean in the sense of "look at all these young men and women in class!" No, I mean in the sense of turning into the stereotype of the crotchety neighbor across the street. Because frankly, the fraternity neighboring us plays crappy music, and they play it too loud, and they play it too late at night. And sometimes, they get an even crappier cover band to come in and perform it as well. Some of the neighbors like to have long involved discussions about their relationship under my office window, and the number of young women who think "screaming like I'm being assaulted" is a good way to demonstrate enthusiasm for some party makes for fairly unsettling evening sometimes. And I've started getting reflexively grumpy at the sounds of people laughing loudly and having a good time, because I associate it with people deciding that 3am is a great time to do cannonballs into the pool under the bedroom window while shouting drunkenly...
I did get a good laugh out of the time they were building a basketball court across the street, though. Lots of tentative, irregular sounds of hammers being wielded, interspersed with cries of pain.
Still, it ends up making me want to get a cane just so that I can shake it. Alas that I have no lawn to shout at people to get off, but I bet if I did I would, in fact, be irked that all those college brats were taking shortcuts across it. (...okay, if I had a lawn it would be fenced, and be more dirt and garden than grass, but even so.) I guess between all this and the four cats, I'm already prepared for my inevitable Crazy Cat Lady old age.