Smokinnnn'

I don't know about wherever you are, gentle reader (I need to use that more, it makes me feel like Charlotte Bronte), but here at the best school in the country people are being dumbasses. Maybe I missed this, but when did it become cool to smoke again? I think it's because of how sexy lung cancer is. You know, all those black sooty tumors, it's grunge, it's rock 'n roll, it's the new hot thing.

So all the cool kids like to sit outside and smoke. You know, go for it, get that raspy cough you've always wanted. Apparently, it's also cool, though, to haul in that nicotine right in front of the entrances to buildings, rather than walking ten feet out of the way. Instead of keeping that sexy cloud of smog to themselves, all the cool kids share it with anyone who needs to get to a class. Like me. The steadily-declining-already-frustrated-with-her-stupid-respiratory-system asthmatic. You know what else is sexy? Having trouble with three flights of stairs already (so pathetic) and then breathing in a cloud of smoke that just makes it worse.

This leads me to my new hobby: having semi-fake asthmatic coughing fits in front of smokers who piss me off. It actually brings me great joy. Besides, they should get used to the sound; it's something to look forward to in a few decades.