Life

Law-hoo

A word of advice: "Casual Friday" should not be mistaken for "Boxers and Flip Flops Friday." While I work as an intern at a relatively lax law firm in D.C., I never should have taken for granted the firm's "At least wear pants, for God's sake -- unless of course you're a partner, in which case feel free to go pantsless at any time, and if you want to wear just a bathrobe, that's cool too; we want you to feel maximum comfort as you bill hours and think about how hard you worked in law school" policy. I really enjoy working at the firm, which I will call Free, Beverages & Candy, LLP for the sake of preserving its anonymity (law firms like to keep a low profile). I have a luxurious cubicle and my own private bathroom (all I had to do was write, "who are named Dan Dooley" underneath the preexisting "Men" sign and then tell all the lawyers that the bathroom was crawling with pro bono clients ... that keeps them away). I even have a window that looks out over the glorious scenery of an alleyway.

Summer of Spain

Beautiful beaches, warm weather, young people and a wild nightlife. Sounds like the ideal summer vacation, right?

Am I done yet?

6 a.m.

So bored it hurts

Boredom: The act of being "bored," further defined as the process by which boredom is cultivated, which in it of itself is an infinite loop of definitions and pretty boring.

Mi Scusi!

12,000 miles, 18 pounds of cheese, 37 pounds of ham and over 100 hours of nonsensical staring at foreign television -- so begins the summer of 2005. It all started when I packed up my 1989 Toyota Camry with everything I could expect it to carry without falling apart.

Class act

Hollywood and Madison Avenue would have us all believe that summer is a time for lazy days, hot nights and consequence-free hi jinx.

Paying rent never seemed so sweet

I've forgotten what it's like to be free from my parents' reign. In fact, coming back home for the summer has been quite the culture shock. I miss all the little things that you never realize you can do as a college student living on your own but can't do as a 21-year-old living under your parents' roof. First of all, not many people in college wake up on the weekends before 10 a.m.

Well, I'll be damned: 'Yankees' is a hit

By Preston Gisch Arts & Entertainment Editor Heritage Repertory Theatre's "Damn Yankees" ($14 for students; 8 p.m.

Cus-Summer service

A summer job can be quite a humbling experience for an admitted intellectual elitist like myself.

Mixing it up

Four girls sat around a table discussing cute bathing suits, upcoming concerts and weekend plans.

Modest Man 2005

4Doctor's exams are just a series of midterms leading up to the final, which is the autopsy. But I won't be caught dead studying for that.

Columnist for hire

To Whom It May Concern, I am writing to inquire about summer employment, and any opportunities you have available for the summer.

School's in for SUMMER

This week marks the one-month anniversary of the end of the school year. It's been a full four weeks since the 2005 graduation, and University students are well into their long-awaited summer vacations.It turns out, however, that a school-free summer isn't always the vacation some students anticipated it to be.

Not so Niceville

I have a confession to make -- and no, I am not about to explain my irrational fear of fire, my unpaid parking tickets or why I left a pair of crutches (so random, I know) in my apartment instead of taking them when I moved out.

Home sweet homes

By the end of April, all the time I should have been using to study was spent daydreaming about going home.

No place like home?

For many first-year University students, the year went like this: Blink. Fall semester rushed by.

Spotted around Grounds

Edwardo James grinned as he walked into Starbucks on a sunny Wednesday afternoon wearing a blue "LA" cap and a white-striped, button-down shirt.

Reliving recess, for the children

According to Zeta Beta Tau fraternity, Four Square is a children's game. For this reason, the fraternity organized a "Four Square Mania" tournament which took place last Sunday afternoon in the Scott Stadium parking lot. The tournament was one of many charity events which took place last weekend.

A toast ... but not to Free Cone Day

I sat down to write this column and I didn't really know where to start. I frankly don't know if anyone reads a word I write, but in the end it doesn't really matter, I suppose, because this double-handful of inches I get every two weeks is like my own little clean, well-lighted place in which to pin down the pinwheel of my days.

Sarah Rosenthal is a first year who doesn't quite meet the status quo. She lives in Brown College, she's majoring in architecture, she juggles and she rides a unicycle to Barracks Road for a little grocery shopping at Harris Teeter. Seven years ago, "Santa" brought Sarah two gifts: a unicycle and a grocery cart "borrowed" from the local Kroger's grocery store. "I'd go on the back porch," Rosenthal said, "and you put the cart in front of you, like a walker for an old person, and you just grab onto the cart and hold on for dear life.