Life for many Universitystudents has not quite been the same since Hurricane Katrina devastated the Gulf Coast Aug.
T he basement in your house is flooding, and the roof is caving in. You're homeless or living out of the backseat of your car.
Creatures of habit. This expression may describe humans in general, but perhaps not the average University student. "I feel like in college you can't really get stuck on routines because no night is the same," third-year Engineering student Mary Sunny McCoy said.
One Mississippi... two Mississippi... In the time that just passed, someone needed the easiest, cheapest gift you could ever give. It requires perhaps 30 to 45 minutes of your time.
"The moment I open my eyes," first-year College student Galen MacCaba said with a mischievous wink, "which is usually at the crack of dawn, I spend several moments re-aligning my seven chakras in order to optimize my aura's brilliance." He continued in his native Irish dialect. "After rearranging my assortment of dream-catchers and other lucky charms, I sacrifice three cockroaches to bring the gods' blessing on the new day.
The piercing winter wind freezes the sweat on her T-shirt and burns in her ears. She pushes on for hours, the echo of her feet against the pavement creating a rhythmic beat that reverberates through the dense morning fog. The same chilled air cuts through his sweatshirt as he walks out of the Aquatic Fitness Center toward O-Hill dining hall, exhausted after swimming miles of laps in the pool. These two individuals are related in more than one way.
On the way from Cabell to Newcomb, the reason for the University's preppy reputation becomes clear.
