This Desert Life

Campus Delta Rules Night

I was fairly disappointed with the Delta Campus Movie fest. The competition was great, the rules were fair, and I was pleasantly surprised with the level of student participation; however, I thought Movie Night should have been much more focused on the movies. I attended Movie Night and was bored to death with lame jokes from the MC's and felt bombarded by the sponsors. There was more time spent on stage acting than on showing the films. Hundreds of students worked hard all week to produce all the films that were submitted to the competition and most of their films were not shown on the screen. There was not more than 10 minutes without someone with a microphone mentioning Delta. A large percentage of the time was spent giving out prizes to audience members who did not compete in the festival. The masters of ceremony spat relentlessly and their fourth grade humor definitely downplayed the artistic quality of some of the movies. I realize that it would be not only improbable, but dull to show all of the films; I still think whoever was in charge of the evening should have considered the hard work of the teams and shown a lot more of some of the better movies. When the winners were announced it made it impossible to judge their films because the audience had only a miniscule glimpse of the competition. I hope next year the festival has a little more artistic appeal and a little more appreciation is shown to all who enter the contest.

Doors open. Doors close. Doors open and close. The same kids come in and out of the unnecessarily lit hallways. They disappear to somewhere I can no longer see. Maybe they are going to eat, to talk, to play, to kill, but at least to live. There are at least three discernable types of music echoing around corners I can not see past. A new kid, but the same kids, over and over. Doors open. A girl, oddly out of place. She is short, light brown hair, eyeless, faceless, her arms do not move when she walks, she has a partner, one of the everyone. They disappear. Doors close. The ambience of the water fountain controls the ebb and flow of this hallway harmony. The new faces, the estranged looks make up the crude but repetitive melody. Popcorn crawls to me from a break in the walls. The thuds of balls on the floor reverberate through my ass as I stare from my corner. Doors open. Anonymous crashes and bangs compete with the ever-changing soundtrack of the individual closets that line this long hall. There are so many doors it is attractive to guess exactly the number. I find comfort in thinking it goes on long enough, more comfort than I find in this hard floor and industrial strength carpeting. Doors close.
Observation of My Dormitory Hallway