As I stare at my blank page, it seems impossible to encapsulate college in a final column. I went from being a moody teenager -- who admittedly didn't really want to go here -- to a hopefully wiser 20-something with Wahoo spirit to spare. Would it be a cliché to say these have been the best four years of my life?
Some of my fellow students have showed a bit of concern that I and others like me are a little over a month shy of graduation -- and unemployed.
The buzzword this season is color. Bright primary colors on nails and toes, neon clothing and even jewel tones for eyeliner.
After much bated breath the writers' strike finally came to an uneasy close, and the American people got their Oscars.
Valentine's Day is a funny kind of holiday. My guess would be that it originated from a secret conspiracy between Hallmark, Godiva and eHarmony.com, although that would mean Dr. Phil has been alive forever.
This is a campaign about change. We have a Mormon running, someone who thinks homosexuality is a choice and a biracial candidate who has admitted to using cocaine.
In case you haven't noticed why so many first-year girls are looking lost and self-conscious in the Rugby/Madison/Chancellor area in the past few days, it's because sorority rush has descended upon us.
The 3 1/2 weeks between Thanksgiving and Winter Break have the potential to be the most wretched time of year.
It never occurred to me that I'd end up at a school where I couldn't wear sweatpants to class without getting concerned looks.
I realize I wrote my fall fashion column at the end of September, full of delightful combinations of trendy tights and boots.
