If someone made a nature documentary about college students:
As dusk descends on the rainy streets of Athens, a lone student inhabits a porch stoop. It has been seven hours since his last meal, and the pangs of hunger are driving him to hunt once more. But the long quarter has worn him down, and several nights at the bar have left him destitute, with not even the few dollars needed to buy a Roni 'Zone, much less the extra ranch dip to which he was accustomed in his fatter, younger days.
The grizzled veteran paces, distraught, awaiting some opportunity as his stomach grumbles. And then, his ears perk. He intently listens, craning his neck to gaze up the street.
With the fwap of a dozen flip-flops, a band of freshmen come down the sidewalk, searching for an open party to welcome them. They have prowled for an hour and are growing impatient, clamoring to wash down their dining hall cheeseburgers and tater tots with the keg liquid that is so elusive.
The upperclassman sees his opportunity, listens closely for the word beer as they pass and then pounces. A service is offered, a small commission bargained for, a visit to the gas station undertaken. Thus, as the veteran once sought aid from his elders, so now he is providing it. Cash in hand, he dials his delivery order, and the great circle of life is once again completed ...
Morning. A wide-eyed freshman joins the hourly procession, jostling along the brick paths with thousands of others like him. It is lunchtime, and he craves the nourishment of Taco Bell.
Now, he is nearing the edge of campus, about to venture into unfamiliar territory. As the Union/Court junction approaches, upperclassmen all around him don earbuds and sunglasses in preparation, but the na+
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Noah Blundo
