Harry Potter news never will cease to excite me. However, this column is not actually about Harry Potter.
President Bush recently became irate at White House chief political advisor Karl Rove for a major intelligence leak that has taken the media by storm.
It's hard to be a single girl in the working world. Since I'm not 21, and therefore not eligible for the paradise that is Happy Hour, my options are strictly limited to the office.
Wouldn't it be great to get paid to do what you love? Well, 28 orange-and-blue blooded Wahoos are doing just that: working as summer orientation leaders to show off their beloved University to the incoming first-year class. The multiple two-day summer orientation sessions serve as the first real college experience for the class of 2009, an occasion that can help define students' opinions about the University.
A word of advice: "Casual Friday" should not be mistaken for "Boxers and Flip Flops Friday." While I work as an intern at a relatively lax law firm in D.C., I never should have taken for granted the firm's "At least wear pants, for God's sake -- unless of course you're a partner, in which case feel free to go pantsless at any time, and if you want to wear just a bathrobe, that's cool too; we want you to feel maximum comfort as you bill hours and think about how hard you worked in law school" policy. I really enjoy working at the firm, which I will call Free, Beverages & Candy, LLP for the sake of preserving its anonymity (law firms like to keep a low profile). I have a luxurious cubicle and my own private bathroom (all I had to do was write, "who are named Dan Dooley" underneath the preexisting "Men" sign and then tell all the lawyers that the bathroom was crawling with pro bono clients ... that keeps them away). I even have a window that looks out over the glorious scenery of an alleyway.
Beautiful beaches, warm weather, young people and a wild nightlife. Sounds like the ideal summer vacation, right?
Boredom: The act of being "bored," further defined as the process by which boredom is cultivated, which in it of itself is an infinite loop of definitions and pretty boring.
12,000 miles, 18 pounds of cheese, 37 pounds of ham and over 100 hours of nonsensical staring at foreign television -- so begins the summer of 2005. It all started when I packed up my 1989 Toyota Camry with everything I could expect it to carry without falling apart.
Hollywood and Madison Avenue would have us all believe that summer is a time for lazy days, hot nights and consequence-free hi jinx.
I've forgotten what it's like to be free from my parents' reign. In fact, coming back home for the summer has been quite the culture shock. I miss all the little things that you never realize you can do as a college student living on your own but can't do as a 21-year-old living under your parents' roof. First of all, not many people in college wake up on the weekends before 10 a.m.
By Preston Gisch Arts & Entertainment Editor Heritage Repertory Theatre's "Damn Yankees" ($14 for students; 8 p.m.
A summer job can be quite a humbling experience for an admitted intellectual elitist like myself.
Four girls sat around a table discussing cute bathing suits, upcoming concerts and weekend plans.
4Doctor's exams are just a series of midterms leading up to the final, which is the autopsy. But I won't be caught dead studying for that.
To Whom It May Concern, I am writing to inquire about summer employment, and any opportunities you have available for the summer.
This week marks the one-month anniversary of the end of the school year. It's been a full four weeks since the 2005 graduation, and University students are well into their long-awaited summer vacations.It turns out, however, that a school-free summer isn't always the vacation some students anticipated it to be.
I have a confession to make -- and no, I am not about to explain my irrational fear of fire, my unpaid parking tickets or why I left a pair of crutches (so random, I know) in my apartment instead of taking them when I moved out.
By the end of April, all the time I should have been using to study was spent daydreaming about going home.
For many first-year University students, the year went like this: Blink. Fall semester rushed by.
