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Show r'rt'(Y 'ir'i : ; Cachectic Observatory BY STEVE YATES The Tfvuiuferfmtf Tuesday November 19, 1985 ? Page 5 I' Hurry, hurry.. hurry, hurry, Everywhere I look, I see people hurrying to get somewhere. Their faces are set in grim masks of determination. Time rides upon their backs like a mad monkey, hunching them over and clawing deep lines of worry think they are really into their faces. I dont know where these hurry-up- s going. But I can guess. 1 see a lot of them racing across the campus. Late for class (O most supreme horror), they run the girls doing that distinctively precarious their ankles shrieking in misery, their faces reflecting the pain. Guys dont seem to actually run when they are late for class (un-coin some circles). Rather, they take abnormally long, tendon straining steps as if to say, See how casual I am? I never run to class. If you listen very carefully you can hear the inner voices of either sex wailing oh no, oh no, oh no, over and over like a funeral dirge. They run as if they really think that being a few minutes late to class will destroy their lives forever. When cornered, the campus hurry-up- s always present the same argument: If Im late, Ill miss the test and fail it. So what? Id fail the class! You dont think your teacher would let you make the test up? I dont know. Maybe. If you can make the test up, is it worth driving to school at 100 mph, risking life and limb, just so youll only be five minutes late instead of ten? If your teacher wont let you make the test up, dont you think that teachers character should be placed under hard scrutiny? If you have a valid reason for your lateness, their is absolutely no reason you should not be allowed to make up a test. If you dont have a valid reason, lie. The college level hurry-up- s often wind up justifying all by saying, Well, regardless... I have to hurry when Im in college so I can graduate, get a good job and settle down (hateful phrase). Then I can slow down. Noble plans. Sadly, most hurry-up- s never do slow down after graduation. The pressures, both real and imagined, seem to increase and they wind up running and out of breath to their graves. I am reminded of a vacationing family I once overheard while on vacation with my own parents in Estes Park, Colorado. They were tourists in the worst sense of the word you know the type I mean Most family vacations but they were all alive and happy (More-or-lestend to develop an air of hostility after awhile). The two young children wanted to stay a little while longer and play on the rocks. Dad would have none of this. I remember very clearly hearing him say, No. Cmon, off the rocks. Weve got a lot to see yet, and not much time to do it. Now hurry up! After the usual Aw Dads, they climbed into the wouldnt you know it station wagon with Iowa plates and left. k Several hours later, my parents and I passed a hauling a familiar station wagon with Iowa plates. The front-enwas blackened and demolished The driver-sid- e door was gone, and I could see that the steering column had been shoved clear through the seat. I wondered if the family had time to see everything they came to see. I wondered if that family ever saw Iowa again. Behind the wheel of a car, hurry-up- s are as bad as drunks. I see them on the road every day. Their faces ridgid, their knuckles white. They fly down the road as if pursued by the very wrath of God, changing lanes like Mario Andretti and making unpleasant gestures at those who drive the speed limit. Slow Down. Flow with time. You can never out-ruit. No matter how fast you run or drive through your life, time will be ther at the end to meet you like an unforgiving umpire squatting by home plate. If you live your life honestly and realistically, this should cause you no sorrow. Like it or not modern man has made a manipulative, malignant God out of time, and we are just going to have to live with the fact that eventually it will run out for all of us. Time must be lived with. Lived with not beaten. It is not worth the risk that endeavor entails. But then again, it is worth too much to be wasted, and the best you can hope for when the end arrives is to be able to say, I did what I could in the time that I had. We should make use of the time that we do have to enjoy life to the fullest. If this means being late to class because we were just having too much fun sitting in the coffee shop with friends, well, so what? If it was quality time, it was not wasted time. Tests and classes can be made up if not it wont kill you. Time cannot be made up and it will kill you. One more thing, before I stop preaching. I.. .oh no! 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