I guess who does love when bad people win.
Other bad people maybe.
On Monday, my ecology class went on a field trip to a cemetery.
Not my idea of a fun or enjoyable field trip but I am just in pretend everything-is-normal mode.
Pretending that a cemetery is just another random place.
Pretending that I do not know Roger's ashes are lying under six feet of soil somewhere.
It was hard to bite my tongue as people talked about their experiences.
I just could not imagine sharing my story with these people.
They barely even know that I go by my middle name.
We took university buses over to the cemetery about thirty minutes from campus.
I sat near the front and took my motion-sickness meds.
No need to make this day any worse by throwing up.
Then there is this kid.
Sitting behind me.
He is probably twenty-two or so.
A know it all.
On the way over, he talked and talked and talked.
It was 8:30 in the morning.
And he would not shut up.
On the way back, a different kid sat next to him.
Obviously, the first guy was sick of all his chattering.
He starts to brag how he never pays tolls on the Orlando toll roads.
"Fools pay those things. The road is paid for. Why should I pay my money?"
He gave this guy about ten tricks to get away with not paying the tolls.
When I warned him about how they could suspend his license for that kind of thing, he gawked. "Only if I get caught."
His next topic: "How to get around the UCF financial system".
Now, I understand I am "lucky" and I do not have to worry too much about paying for my school and making ends meet.
But this kid was taking it to an extreme.
He talked about how he lied on the FAFSA.
How he just added a year to his birth date along with a few other things.
He started bragging about all the money the school gives him.
How he has not paid for a course ever and he actually gets paid to attend school - $3000 per semester.
He talked about how he milks the fact he was in the military for anything he can.
I kept biting my tongue.
I kept my hands to myself.
But it was hard.
I wanted to punch him.
I wanted to slap him.
I wanted to yell at him.
I hate when bad guys win.
And I know people say they will get what they deserve but I am not sure.
What if they don't?
What if good guys (people) really do finish last?