Bye Bye Bicycle

Scenario Time:

You're walking down the street. Minding your own business. Maybe there is an adjustment of the ipod or an occasional check of the cell phone, but other than that.... you're just walking down the street (specifically the sidewalk).

You've given yourself about 22 minutes to walk to class, knowing very well it really only takes about 15.  But, you're being cautious. Just in case, I don't know, there's a huge parade down University Ave. and you seemed to have missed the memo.  Who knows.

In the end, you're late for class.  Why is this? (and no, today, there was not a parade down University).

THE DAMN BICYCLES.

Bikes. Everywhere. People thinking that they can just hop off of their bikes in the middle of a crowd of people migrating up the sidewalk.  People literally riding their bikes in the middle of the sidewalk. RIDING THEIR BIKES. 

If you're not from Madison, you might be thinking, "Hmm, that doesn't seem too bad. Right?" WRONG.

If you've ever attended class here, you know how cramped the sidewalks are.  There are, literally, thousands of people walking to class everyday, and the sidewalks are already ridiculously cramped. But yet, there are the few, the brave, bright individuals who feel the need to disrupt the already disorderly sidewalks.  Hopping off their bikes in the middle of the sidewalk. Riding their bikes on the sidewalk.  Thinking that its a good idea to cross the sidewalk to get to another road, when there's a perfectly good road right next to them.  

It's called a bike lane. Use it.

And that would be annoyance Number 1 here at this prestigious University.  Home to a thousand bright thinkers, inventors, psychologists, scientists, mathematicians, journalists... who seem to be unable to grasp the concept of a bike lane. Interesting. 

--K

Welcome.

I'm a freak. I'm scatterbrained. I'm flighty. I babble.

AND... I over analyze the teeny tiny little things that the normal person would not even bother to notice.

HOWEVER.

There is a ridiculously high level of sketchiness here at the University of Wisconsin - Madison.  If you have ever gone to school here, walked down Langdon Street, trecked up Bascom Hill, survived the deathly winters of the Northeast, then you know exactly where I'm coming from.

This is an amazing University, of course.  Basically the Berkeley of the West.  However, the people here and their habits are extremely questionable.  Not to say that I don't fall into the questionable category every now and then. I'm sure someone has looked at me and said, "Wow. Look at that freak tripping over her own feet and singing to herself (occasionally accompanied by dance moves). What a nutcase she must be."  But whatever. It happens.

This blog isn't about me though. Its about the strange happenings and occurrences that make going to class and school here so asdhkajhncklsdkjfheiu.

You are now entering The Diary of a Mad Mad MADison Woman. Enjoy.

--K