You're right. You are mean. 
I have a fear (some might call it a phobia) of driving around on campus. I would argue that this is a justified fear, given that at all hours of the day (and all days of the week), campus is crawling with drunk undergrads who run red lights and scream obscenities out their rolled-down windows and generally make the streets hazardous for anyone who would prefer not to be struck by a car with one broken headlight and inspection tags of questionable validity.
I have a fear (some might call it a phobia) of driving around on campus. I would argue that this is a justified fear, given that at all hours of the day (and all days of the week), campus is crawling with drunk undergrads who run red lights and scream obscenities out their rolled-down windows and generally make the streets hazardous for anyone who would prefer not to be struck by a car with one broken headlight and inspection tags of questionable validity.
Quote:In Jr. High School, I would take a gummi bear, squeeze its ears into points so it looked like Yoda, and then I would say to it "Eat you, I will!". And of course then I would it eat.