The world is littered with questionable orange things: carrot-flavored jello, for example, prison jumpsuits, yams, the entire cast of "Jersey Shore." Yet none of those things prove quite as disturbing as the no-good, dirty, rotten, little orange envelopes that contain Grand Valley State University parking tickets.
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I think being serious is sexy. Now I know what you're thinking and, no, I don't lie awake at night fantasizing over Steven Hawking and Bill Gates. I am talking about the ability to be serious in moderation, an ability that I don't see a lot of in my college-age peers.
When I hear the word intern, visions of frazzled college students power-walk through my head. Their white dress shirts hang partially un-tucked and their temples glisten over furrowed brows.
By now I hope everyone has heard of the recent LinkedIn security breach. If you haven't you should probably take a Words with Friends break and download a New York Times app.
It's the most wonderful time of the year. With the athletes competing and America beating other countries we cheer.
If you are lucky enough to be traveling this year, chances are you will do so during these summer months.
You did it. You have reached college - the Plymouth Rock of adulthood. You deserve congratulations - there are many who don’t make it this far.
Every semester, I have class with a professor (or two) that I find attractive. It makes sense that students have crushes on their professors: the professors have a position of power in relation to us lowly students, they are usually well-learned, and they must have some level of charisma to keep us off of our smart phones during lecture. Regardless of the reason, I would like to make the case that having the hots for your professor is not such an awful thing.
Rhythm, or anything that closely resembles it, has eluded me my entire life. I can’t clap on beat or shake my butt, and even a non-committal head bob to the music leaves people wondering whether I am seizing or just experiencing a twitch.
Being healthy is hard. End of story. Anyone who tells you otherwise is a celebrity with a personal trainer and chef, or supremely neurotic. To top it off, we are in college which, by default, makes treating our bodies right that much harder.
I’m not sure if Apple is releasing a new product or if it’s the dawn of the next apocalypse, but based on the sheer number of Facebook posts and tweets regarding the iPhone 5 I’m betting on the latter.
You can run, but you can’t hide...from the presidential election, that is. The campaign game is in every newspaper, on every television channel, and posted on all the blogs these days. This is the first year I can legally vote and, to be honest, I am not all that thrilled with the responsibility. I don’t know when politics turned into a team sport in this country, but we keep cheering for Team Donkey or Team Elephant like they are facing off on Super Bowl Sunday.
Remember when you were in eighth grade and your biggest fear was your crush actually finding out how many times a day you viewed their MySpace profile? (I know I’m not the only one who was this creepy). Well students, in a way, our greatest worries have been realized.
Money burns a hole in my pocket. And, seeing as it would be irresponsible to be so careless with money (letting it fall through the burnt hole and such), I usually think it appropriate to spend my money whenever possible.
Erotic fiction isn’t exactly new, but the novel Fifty Shades of Grey seems to have thrust (pun intended) the salacious genre into the limelight.
Pop music is like junk food. It’s over-processed, sometimes sugary and not always easy to quit. Most of us indulge in it, whether you happen to be a glitter-drenched Ke$ha enthusiast or someone who hummed “Call Me Maybe” one time while you were waiting for the bus. I myself have a weak spot for Taylor Swift and the Backstreet Boys. Call them my guilty pleasures.
Halloween in college-world is nearly identical to Halloween at age 5. We may have swapped our Butterfingers for Bud Lights (or we just embrace both), and our costumes may no longer be fun sized, but the excited anticipation of the spooky holiday lives on.
Come this May, it will have cost me $11,000 dollars in tuition alone to attend school this year. Factor in books and supplies and you are looking at around $12,000 in one year of education costs, a lot of money to become well learned!
November. Cider mills, doughnuts, crispy red leaves, sharp, cool air and football. Lots and lots of football. The sport and this season simply go hand in hand. However, in discussing football, I think it important to note the great gender divide that football, more than other sports, seems to bring forth.
There’s no arguing that we live in a social world. This summer we experienced the first “Social Media Olympics” where tweeting and “statusing” made enough of an impact on the games that the International Olympic Committee was forced to disqualify several athletes who posted questionable updates on social media sites.