Tuesday, December the 7th. Today, was a bad day; I sunk lower than I have ever been. I admit that I have never been in quite the position to be a bully, maybe that's what drove me to it... but today I did what I have never dreamed of doing; today, I bullied a fifth grader. Granted, at first, I didn't mean to force my will upon her, but how could one say no to a college senior, someone bigger than you (although not by very much). I was thirsty and all I could think about was quenching my thirst. In a crowded room, all I could see was her unopened milk carton, how it lay there, helpless. I waited for her to make her move and partake of that delicious succulent substance, but her move never came. Eventually, overtaken by greed, I asked her, "Are you going to drink that?" I did it in innocence, even in ignorance; I didn't expect her to lie to me but what was I thinking, I was so much older than her. How could she say no? Impossible. I took the milk, immediately realizing my mistake, but it was too late, I couldn't reject the offer. So I opened that milk and in one chug, drank the whole thing. The 5th graders were flabbergasted, horrified by my cupidity; their response astounded me and reaffirmed their helplessness to my power, "You drank that in one chug?!?!?" It was rude, cruel, ruthless, but nonetheless, over. The weight of my actions weighed heavy on my shoulders and I realized, it was as easy as like stealing milk from a 5th grader...
