The Injustices of the World Prey Upon My Mind.

No, I am not talking about genocide. Nor am I referring to starving children or inhumane slaughter houses or dog fighting.
What I am up in arms about is college football.
Last night, as Josh and I were excitedly walking across the Dutch Square parking lot to head into the movie theater on our first date of the season, we notice two coaches/buses. We hurried- better get inside quick before all those people fill up the lines. We get in line only to see a massive group of people walk in and head back to the food counters, not stopping to purchase tickets or anything of the sort. Besides the fact that a large group of people were cutting in line, there was something else I noticed about them that made me stop and take a second look: they were all enormous. Huge guys in black matching shirts. Then I noticed they had the little under armor insignia. Then I saw the Gamecock symbol. Oh you are kidding me - the football team does NOT get special treatment like that. To the ticket lady and Josh and whoever I said, "they aren't the president, who do they think they are?" "they are here." Josh responds. Oh really I huff. Pursing my lips, I glare at them as they walk back to pick up their already set out popcorn and drinks. It was then that I observed to Josh that they looked ridiculously like a day care being taken on an outing: matching shirts, all lined up with their food all ready for them, baby sitter and all. By this time I was a bit enraged and was making comments aloud as we wove through the forest of black shirts shuffling slowly (need I add stupidly?) past. I made it up to the counter - the one where people have to actually wait in line and pay for themselves, those who play their proper role in society - and asked for a water.
Let me back up and give you some history real quick: I hate paying for water. I also hate using multiple water bottles. And gross tasting water. So I finally, yesterday afternoon, broke down and bought a Brita (which actually is it's own interesting story), with the idea of not having to buy water any more. But back to the story at hand.
I was so caught up in fuming to Josh about how ridiculous it is for football teams to be treated and expect things like this, that when the woman said, "Four dollars", I handed her my debit card. If I had been in any normal state of mind I would have laughed, said never mind and headed to the drinking fountain. Later, Josh told me he had thought I wouldn't want to spend that much on water and was about to mention it to me when I pulled out my card, but then thought better of it, afraid I might feed him to the footballers.
I was so irate that I bought a $4 water.
And then Josh reminded me that my tuition and fees are paying for their scholarships to do that sort of thing. I would be fine with paying tuition if it went to something worthwhile. SUCH AS MY EDUCATION. Or if tuition weren't going to that, I would love it if went to a scholarship for someone who really needed it. Like someone from a country that doesn't have good education or something. Or toward helping people (who need it) in some other way. I could go on for hours about how horrible the college football racket is, but I'm trying not to think about it as it is everything down here and I am trying to have a good time.
So tune in next time to hear my rant on footballers being helped to cheat on tests.