Identity Crisis

So yesterday, I was doing homework in the student computer lab across the hall from ITS. Just for informational purposes, so that nobody is missing anything here, I have been an employee in ITS for the last two years of my life. People have accustomed themselves to coining me as "the ITS dude," since by now, I've worked on such a grand amount of student computers that I'm sure my face is semi well-known across campus. Not only that, but I suppose I don't necessarily strike people at a first glance as a "techie" of any sort, what with my long hair and casual nuances that deviate from the "techie" stereotype.

This leads me to the point of my story. As I was homeworking, a couple girls walked in and clamored in protest about their upright negligence to follow the "no food or drink in the lab" rule. It went somewhat along the lines of, "No food or drink. Yeahhhh right. I'm not following that at all." Since I assume these girls were freshman (as it would seem rather unlikely for any student well acquainted with Aquinas College to acknowledge such implicitness), I also assume they had no idea who I was. Technically (hardy har har, a pun!), if I wanted to, I could've done a little bit of voice-raising and tossing shit toward the ceiling, reprimanding these students and enforcing rules that probably should've been enforced anyways. I decided not to, not for the sake of my own reputation or anything, but just out of the sheer peculiarity of the correlation to the "Pearls Before Breakfast" article we read in Journalism class not long ago. For a little bit, I could feel the congruence between Mr. Joshua Bell and I...