Taisa and I came to a realization sitting at the gate, awaiting our glorious 5am flight. All the cool cats in bell bottom yoga pants, wearing flip flops, sporting their favorite pink pillow all while their greek letters are consuming them; need to return to their caves. According to our observations, not one knew how to navigate an airport. Either they had a deep misconception of an airport gate, or the only store front their radar recognized was Jamba Juice. I want to let them know, that just because they had a fresh spray tan and flights to the tropics for #springbreak2014. Doesn't mean that the outsiders don't notice the insane streaking that the tanning lotion swore it wouldn't give you, or the shitty quality of your fake ID's. They looked stupid. Especially when they're running around the airport like lost children. They must get their priorities straight. Being in college isn't an excuse to turn your sorority into a brothel. Perhaps Cancun isn't the best idea?Give your deathly livers a break, because I can hear your desks calling you home.