I am not exactly sure what is wrong with Scarecrow. I’m beginning to think that he is just unaware of his surroundings. It is like he is in his own world where nothing matters except what he is doing. Now it is not that he is conceited; he is just ignorant. For example, Scarecrow went to get groceries the other day, he came home and began to put everything away. After getting all of his stuff into the fridge he walks away, leaving the refrigerator door wide open with no intent of coming back to close it. Maybe when he lived at home he was spoiled so much by his mother that she would pick up after him and do simple tasks for him, like closing the refrigerator door. This type of oblivious action is what has led to the name Scarecrow: referring to The Wizard of Oz.
“If I only had a brain.”
When we moved in to our house there was a beer pong table already in the basement. It wasn’t anything special, so there was always talk about making our own. On Smitty’s 21st birthday his destructive personality got a hold of him and he decided to demolish the table we had. Since Scarecrow has nothing else to do he stepped up for once and took the on the responsibility of creating a new beer pong table. Scarecrow and T-Lew, another friend from high school who also attends Pima, made it together. To my surprise Scarecrow went fifty-fifty with all the work of constructing the table, and didn’t let T-Lew do it all. I’m happy to say that they did a great job on it, and I don’t think Smitty will be able to destroy this one.
I am currently living in a house right next to campus with three roommates I went to high school with. First there is Smitty, I lived with him freshman year in the dorms and we made good roommates. What made this situation work is that we both had somewhat separate lives, so we were able to still remain close friends. Second there is Lovy, he graduated two years ahead of us, and is currently getting his Masters. Now our third roommate is Scarecrow; he is going on his third year at Pima, and taking his first class at the University of Arizona. When I was first approached about living with Scarecrow I was apprehensive. I have been friends with him for seven years and I knew that living with him was not going to work out. Let me describe my feelings in this way: When you take a road trip with good friends, you are around them all the time. The trip can last two days or it can last five days, but by the end of that trip you have pin pointed one of those friends that you just cannot stand anymore. Everything that they do begins to annoy you, and by this time it doesn’t matter what you try to do to ignore them you can’t. For me this friend is Scarecrow. He means well and he is a great friend, but I have found too many of his habits annoying. On top of these habits, new ones have begun to form that you can only learn by living with a person. In a way this blog is dedicated to Scarecrow: it is giving me a place to vent my frustration and letting him live another day without me lashing out.