It is a biologist's office -- there can be no doubt about that. Textbooks line the walls -- "Embryology," "Developmental Biology," "Genetics," among many others.
Streaking is a University tradition, but not many students would expect to be belligerently jogging in the buff down Main Street at age 30 with a jiggling beer gut and a receding hairline.
Move-in day: After a long day of carrying all the necessary equipment a first-year student needs for survival (laundry basket, sheets and a poster showing the many different kinds of cocktails one can make with orange juice), the exhausted 18 year olds sit in a circle around their RA. As they move from person to person, participating in the often cheesy ice breakers, they exchange names.
Like the enigmatic odor of the Castle, there is a cryptic tale that wafts from the mouths of the ramen noodle-praising first years.
Whether or not they choose to admit it, many University students take Joe Raposo's advice to heart.
It's hard to complain about nice weather. Take yesterday, for example. Students lounge in the sun, posing with their books while enjoying the feeling of sunglasses on their faces.
Last May, as my friends and I caravaned down to Wilmington, N.C. for Beach Week, we enjoyed the usual stellar sights of I-95 South -
They told me I was the first white boy who'd ever said more than "hi" to them. Me, I was just looking for some shade.
It is the stereotypical dream home -- that comfortable little pale blue house adorned with a white picket fence, vibrantly colored flowers stretching across the front porch, the smell of fresh cookies baking in the oven and the family dog running around the yard.
University Programs Council wants to teach you how to bartend, belly dance and breakdance, among other things.
It's all over now baby blue. Damn right -- Johnny Cash is dead. His wife having died in May, Cash followed to join her in the great beyond, perhaps trading in his traditional black garb for white, pending St.
Bonds made in college can last a lifetime. After surviving four years of blood, sweat, tears and beers, college buddies may even begin to feel like family.
College life can be a real pain in the back. For one, there are huge textbooks to tote around -- the ones that seem to weigh down a backpack as quickly as they lighten a wallet.
ACROSS 1. Rugged rock 5. What happens when the smog lifts in southern CA? 9. Ejects forcefully 14.
They all wear uniforms issued by the University as they walk off the field after a rigorous practice.
Hours were spent brainstorming and thinking, writing and editing, improving and perfecting ... and eventually the dreaded college admissions essays were complete.
There's this guy in PLAP 381 who has the audacity to interrupt David M. O'Brien. For no good reason.
Last week we headed east (or, rather, up 29 North) to the Indian restaurant, Maharaja. This week we decided to continue on our international journey through the world of cuisine and headed south -- to South Africa, that is -- and the restaurant Shebeen.
The walk to class does not vary much from day to day. Empty beer bottles peek out among the bushes from last weekend's party.
The thoughts of a fourth year, Ferris Bueller style this week
