They say that at the moment of death, your whole life flashes before your eyes. And while I've never been close enough to death to verify this assessment, I do feel as if a little bit of life slipped from my grasp this weekend.
The most exciting thing that I did during Winter Break was successfully operate the Xerox Document Center at The Roanoke Times newspaper in Roanoke. I say this with no hint of irony.
Like so many other students, I awoke Monday morning reeling from the paradox of Thanksgiving Break: after five days at home, I need a vacation from my vacation. I assure you, I approached the holiday with the best intentions.
A quick glance through any recent fashion magazine reveals that Americans have an obsession with the senses.
Some people are known for being good athletes. Some people are known for their acting ability. Some people write poetry, juggle or bake prize-winning cakes.
After visiting friends at several universities during the past few weeks, I now realize why the University is so highly regarded.
Until this year, I always assumed that road rage was confined to those who actually drive. I now realize this assumption is incorrect.
The corner of my green Jansport bookbag is split open at the seam, exposing its contents -- unprotected from the outside world.
The corner of my green Jansport bookbag is split open at the seam, exposing its contents -- unprotected from the outside world.
The way I see it, the only major difference between me and Harris is that he knows who Pokemon is, and I don't.
