One of my neighbors is in a sorority, I'll call her "G". I walked out of my house the other day and noticed that there was writing on the back windshield of G's car:
Who am I? A person who doesn't put paint on their windows.
Ok, that's not actually what it said but I found this picture kind of funny. No, on the back windshield was a huge duck head and the words "Lavery Dynasty". It was then I realized: Homecoming week is near.
We've all been there, stepping onto the drillfield on a nice, crisp fall morning when you notice there's a shit-ton of people in the middle. That moment you realize they're going to try to get you to vote for their person:
Over the 5 years I've been here, I've tried different approaches to avoiding/ignoring/sneaking by these people. The fool proof way always was to pretend to talk on the phone, preferably to either my mom or dad. One year I decided to mess with each of the groups and I told each one that it's too bad they didn't ask me earlier because I already voted for the other girl.
Funniest homecoming memory: Girl wins homecoming queen, jumbotron pans to her group in the NEZ and one of the group is crying.
An accurate representation of what was seen that day.
On that note, happy "avoid the drillfield" week and have a great homecoming.
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omg you're not voting for Lavery Dynasty? that's fine just don't ask to celebrate with us when we win. because we totes will.
I always hated going to the homecoming game. Stadium gets super packed with a bunch of sorority girls/fratty guys who are showing up for their first football game... and then all leave after half time.
Another strategy is the "put on headphones and act like you're listening to music" tactic.
*Puts on hood, insearts earphones, stares at ground, jams hands in pockets, walking as fast as possible in the very middle of the path*
^^ Add dark sunglasses (to avoid any notion of eye contact) and this was my technique. Fortunately, as a biochem major, I mostly lived up and down West Campus Drive, rarely crossing the treacherous middle of the Drillfield.
Ah yes forgot the shades. Those are crucial. Turkey leg for noting my omission. Some days I would just walk through the grass to avoid it altogether if the drillfield wasn't a mudpit
It sounds to me like you are at boss-level avoidance. Bravo!