I never wanted to join the Managing Board. I never understood why anyone would give up so much of her life to get what seemed like so little in return.
I always found it funny that as children, all we dream of is what we'll do when we grow up. As adults, however, all we want is to be kids again.
It's that time of year. The leaves are falling. The weather can't decide whether it wants to be 65 degrees and sunny or 45 degrees and miserable.
It all started with Ben Franklin and his silly kite and key. He stood in a thunderstorm, and soon enough, we had electricity.
We all do it. We stereotype, we judge, we say things like, "That's not very manly." There's nothing wrong with it.
It was a Friday afternoon. I had just gotten back from my one class of the day. The house was silent.
The other day, my roommate and I decided to go to the new Starbucks at the South Lawn while on our way to class.
To anyone else, walking to class may simply involve placing one foot in front of the other. To me, it's a fight for my life against the University's deadliest and most terrifying creatures.
I owe it all to James Van Der Beek. I admit that I am one of those pathetic girls who used to sit at home for hours just to watch a marathon of "Dawson's Creek." So it should be no surprise that one fateful summer afternoon I would watch MTV's "When I Was Seventeen" just to get a glimpse into the former heartthrob's life as a teenager.
A few weeks ago, I was teasing a friend about having the dreaded misfortune of eating alone in a dining hall.
