Last week was just one of those weeks. From beginning to end, I felt like there was someone out there with a bunch of pins and a little Katie doll sabotaging everything I did. I had a research paper due Thursday, and I knew it was going to be a busy week, so I planned to look up everything I needed during the weekend.
It's funny how "crime alerts" at the University used to be, well ... funny. It's not the most politically correct thing to say - or write, for that matter - but for me, there's just no better way to describe the page-long e-mails kindly instructing students to lock their doors at night or to simply "be careful" when walking across Grounds alone.
Most University students do not worry about where to sit in lecture halls, how their medical regimens will interfere with assignments and how they will enter and exit a building.
It was a Friday afternoon. I had just gotten back from my one class of the day. The house was silent.
One sentence alone can accurately summarize my psychological state for the past week: I hate stinkbugs.
In addition to teaching, many University professors have responsibilities outside of the classroom. One of these professors is French Prof.
We've been here for more than a month now. For many second-year student on the pre-medical track, that means we're knee deep in what is possibly the most stigmatized, feared and loathed course in the entirety of the colorful bouquet of our requisite science courses: organic chemistry. My worry about orgo settled in about midway through my second semester of first year.
The term "college kids" takes on a whole new meaning when talking to students who are old enough to have children of their own.
"Girls! You don't have any ice in these trays!" This is my mother yelling. Sheepishly, I walk into the kitchen and take a peek in the freezer.
Every girl at some point in her life has experienced that horrific moment where upon walking into a school dance, she spots another girl wearing the exact same dress that she is.
The distinctive blue and yellow ticket stub that serves as Blockbuster's logo was once a symbol of the company's brand power.
Green Mountain Coffee Roasters is a vertically integrated company with two business lines. Vertical integration means that the company controls all stages of processing, except for growing the crop.
With the current state of the economy, it has only become more and more important to secure an education that allows one to be fully and practically trained for a career immediately following Final Exercises.
"Glee." "Gossip Girl." I love them both. If you call while I'm watching one of them, I will probably ignore you, no offense.
My roommates and I decided that third year is the year we are really going to start doing things. So when we all got back together in August, we sat down and made a list of everything we want to accomplish before the end of the year - really important things that we have to do before we graduate.
Phil Third-year Biochemistry student What extracurriculars do you participate in? International Relations Organization, People United by Music and Arts, Free Tutoring, American Medical Students Association What else do you like to do?
I really can't get over the way some people behave when they're out on the prowl at bars and parties.
In electing Teresa A. Sullivan as its eighth president, the University hired a top administrator who spent years at the University of Texas and the University of Michigan, two public schools whose mission and goals closely align with those of the University.
Grocery list: milk, bread, cheese, snack mix, frozen pizza, baby carrots, yogurt. It's when I start making grocery lists like this on Friday afternoon that I realize that I've become an adult. Back in high school, it was a fun outing to go to Costco with my mom.
The annual Foxfield Races attracts students by the bus-load each spring, and for girls, social and historical custom suggests a sundress, a hat and other accessories as proper attire.
