By: Jenna Beresheim
News Editor

As someone who typically doesn’t let the small mishaps in life ruffle her feathers too much, I must admit there has been an underlying tantrum waiting to turn She-Hulk at the next car that nearly runs me over while I cross the street.

It seems innocent enough at first. You’re walking across the crosswalk, only to see the car slowly encroaching down the street towards your squishy, non-vehicular body. It passes into the intersection without wavering, engine so close you can practically feel the heat radiating from it. Cue the “Jaws” theme.

You’re not about to demean yourself and hurl your frame at the curb like some poor human in “Grand Theft Auto,” yet you feel the car rush past right behind you before you have even finished walking the space deemed “safe.”

Let me get one thing straight. I am someone who walks sidewalks and crosswalks like everything else around me is lava. My friends actually tease me about the Sim-like habits I have ingrained in me. I’m not someone who jaywalks or rushes out in an entitled fashion – don’t worry, those humans have a special rant saved for them too. Instead, I am merely trying to get to class or work, and constantly encounter the same problems.

Sometimes, when the rain descends from the heavens in a weak reenactment of “Carrie,” I find myself having to wait for the impatient driver who either runs the stop sign or eyes me and continues driving. I’m so glad you decided in those few seconds that you were more worthy, you, in your warm, dry car, were more entitled to shaving a millisecond off your ETA than allowing me to scurry into the sanctity of shelter awaiting me at the end of puddle city.

I’m not asking for you to stop a thousand feet away and wait a whole five minutes. I only ask that you stay in your designated area at a stop until I have crossed. Fair enough?

But don’t get me wrong, crossing the street is a two-way … well, street. A partnership. If I am the one who stops to wait for you, I expect the passer to not be on their phone, to at least acknowledge I stopped, and to walk with a purpose. A simple wave or smile will do, and then hurry on your way.

If I intend to cross the street, I typically pause and allow cars that have been waiting for the swarms to clear to go, then make my way. I show my appreciation for them actually waiting their turn, (as they could just as easily turn me to paste under their tires) and move briskly to my destination.

It boils down to being considerate of other human beings. Wait your turn and play nice with the other children, and all will play out. I promise that hitting a student or being the one hit by a car will impact your day far worse than showing up to class a few moments late.