It’s fun to suck
By: Chandy Dancey
I did something I told myself I’d never do, not after escaping the first time with my life (and narrowly at that): I started playing League of Legends again. This spicy, little mass-multiplayer game is still going strong after, what, 10+ years? Not much has changed, except that games don’t last an inordinate amount of time anymore, there are more cute characters to play, and there are less mean players who openly let you know they hate you for being bad. Oh, and I suck. League is notorious for having a high skill cap (you could play for years while only ever being mediocre), but while I was sort of getting the groove before I quit, I have to embrace the suck again. And guess what? I’m actually having a lot of fun losing, and it even removes some of the nervous edge of going into something competitive again.
So hey, I’ll keep playing the same two champions again and again, and who cares if I lose two-thirds of all my games? League has managed to become a nice study break tool that hopefully won’t consume my life like it did in first year. Fingers crossed.
I might be a bad driver
Andrea Sadowski
On more than one occasion, the person sitting in the passenger seat of my minivan has expressed to me that I am a bad driver. I didn’t want to believe it at first. I think I’m an awesome driver. I’m awesome at everything. My risk aversion is just very low. Who cares if I get mowed down today by someone I didn’t notice from my lack of blindspot checking or my infatuation for running through very orange, almost red-looking lights — that might buy me a good excuse to hand in my two research papers a week or so later. But, I have been noticing a few uneasy moments here and there. Like today I drove over a curb in broad daylight. The sun was in my eyes, and I hadn’t slept in over 30 hours, okay?
Don’t get me started about the bane of my existence: driving at night in the rain. Nothing tops this. This is actually the worst experience a human being can suffer through. Especially for me, because my dash lights are shot, so I never know the speed I’m going; my headlights are pretty weak, so I can barely see what’s in front of me; and I have astigmatism, so all of the headlights and street lights (and any light really) are like a blur. And when it rains? Lord, have mercy.
For someone who spends a lot more time in her car than the average person, I should know how to drive better. The scary thing is that it seems like half of the people on the road are probably driving at my skill level. We’re all just hurling ourselves into this chaotic highway that is life, driving blind into oblivion, knowing one day it will all end.
(Rain Neeposh/The Cascade)
Chandy is a biology major/chemistry minor who's been a staff writer, Arts editor, and Managing Editor at The Cascade. She began writing in elementary school when she produced Tamagotchi fanfiction to show her peers at school -- she now lives in fear that this may have been her creative peak.
Andrea Sadowski is working towards her BA in Global Development Studies, with a minor in anthropology and Mennonite studies. When she's not sitting in front of her computer, Andrea enjoys climbing mountains, sleeping outside, cooking delicious plant-based food, talking to animals, and dismantling the patriarchy.
