Upon leaving Hill this morning, my nose met with an unfamiliar and unwelcome stench. Why, I wondered, did our pristine campus smell like garbage? Were the freshmen from New Jersey that homesick that they had to defile Locust Walk with a trash mountain this morning? Was this comeuppance from the disgruntled former employees of the 40th Street McDonald’s? Either way, as I approached the piles of trash outside Van Pelt, all I knew was that I almost preferred that funky SEPTA smell to whatever it was that was hitting my nose.
But none of my predictions were true. Instead, it was a demonstration encouraging me to recycle. In essence, further proof that our university is turning into Brown.
Look, there are plenty of ways to get me to recycle but this is akin to dumping my trash can on my lawn. Which doesn’t make me pause and consider how I should have sorted my recycling better so much as irritate me beyond a reasonable belief.
Not only that, but if you’re going to dump trash on my lawn, do it right. Apparently, this mound (and its twin) was two days worth of trash and recycling from the College Houses and Sansom Place? I can’t claim to have done any investigative research, but it did not look like there was nearly enough trash for that to be the case.
And finally, I can’t believe that these people had the gall to chastise me for my carbon footprint while they handed out flyers explaining why there was trash lining my path to class. Somehow, Penn Environmental Group, I don’t see anyone I know recycling these flyers, and if I had taken one, I likely would have thrown it on top of the trash mound after reading it.