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Thursday, May 31, 2012
The piece below was written by Marina Keegan '12 for a special edition of the News distributed at the class of 2012's commencement exercises last week. Keegan died in a car accident on Saturday. She was 22.
Saturday, April 07, 2012
I bought myself a new car a few months ago. It was an exciting day. A new start! My previous car brought me so much bad luck, from day one, when an arrogant auto driver hit me on purpose, to the last day, thanks to a motorcyclist who was driving in the wrong direction of a one - way street and another auto driver. I figured that if I could go through the first one year without a scratch I would be okay. Alas.... that was not meant to be.
The sad part is I had nothing to do with a single scratch. Here's what happened:
SCRATCH #1: School van driver knew he was cutting it close when he tried to squeeze past my PARKED car. He could have waited for me to move the car. The school clerk could have called me and asked me to move the car. But nooooo, that would've been too easy. The jackass went past the car twice.
SCRATCH #2:A motorcyclist pulled out from his parking space without looking. I had no choice but to stop. The motorcyclist behind me has never heard of space between vehicles nor has he heard that the journey is more important than the destination. He also did not know how to use the brakes on his own vehicle either. Luckily, there was no dent on the car but it left a dent in my heart and a bit of scraped paint on the car.
SCRATCH#3: I was parked in school in my usual spot. The car was covered. Someone tried to pull something between my car and the hedge. They left me with a souvenir-a torn car cover and some more scraped paint. Again, why take the easy way out and use your brains,right?
SCRATCH #4: I went to the department store and parked in their regular parking area. You would think that the car would be safe there, after all, it is their space and they do have a parking attendant. Boy, did I learn the hard way. No, it is not safe, even if you tip the guy. It happened to the old car too and this guy pretended he couldn't see anything on the car. I should have learnt by now.
As I write this, I feel another little piece of my heart breaking. I also hate cars that have no scratches on them. Damn them! One thing I can definitely conclude is this: I AM PARKING IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES!!!
Sunday, December 18, 2011
It's the end of another school year and as usual I have found myself surrounded by things (paper, pencils,packets etc) that I seem to have collected through the year. Now I need to begin the process of getting rid of them. Instead of spring cleaning, I'm winter cleaning. I haven't started the process and I am already dreading it. Tomorrow is day ONE! One question lingers, however-How did it all get here?
Monday, September 12, 2011
I was skimming through the papers this morning and came across an article about an actress Nikita Thukral who was banned from acting in Telugu movies for 3 years by the KFPA (Kannada Film Producers Association) for her role in the marital dispute between actor Darshan and his wife, Vijayalakshmi. Seriously? My curiosity was piqued. I wanted to know what happened to Darshan? Did he get the proverbial slap on the wrist? Of course, he did!
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Poor Amy Winehouse! The waif-like, troubled singer should have just gone to rehab. Instead she wrote a song about how she said, "no no no." It became a cult classic, an anthem, amongst addicts, who also said, "no no no." Would rehab have saved her? Maybe. Like many celebrities, however, she had too much money, no one to supervise her, an addiction to several bad habits and made too many bad choices.
Poor Amy Winehouse! May she finally rest in peace...
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Dear Tori Spelling,