Before you read this column, there are two things you should know about me. First, when it comes to most sports, I am not very knowledgeable.
The stereotype of pre-med students is time tested and often true: the overscheduled, hyper-anxious student rushing to class, huddled over what looks like a small family of science textbooks at the library, compulsively checking grades, garnering glossy resume additions like a kid collecting baseball cards. Although we certainly don't all fit the stereotype, there is one element of it that hits every pre-med at one time or another: stress.
In America today, St. Patrick's Day is celebrated by the religious and non-religious, Irish and non-Irish alike.
I like to run. Ever since my friend and I set the record for the fastest mile at our middle school, I've liked running.
Ever since middle school, I have been the family fashionista, much to my mother's dismay. Every morning she would sigh with impatience and roll her eyes in frustration, as she reminded me for the third time that I better hurry up or else I would miss the bus.
Engineering students are often maligned for the stereotype that they only care about issues of math and science, displaying little to no interest in the arts.
SWS, or Smart Women in Securities, is coming to the University. From its start at Harvard in 2006, SWS quickly expanded into several other Ivy League schools.
Walk into a library and you'll see stacks of literary magazines. Go to the dining hall and you'll notice a flyer advertising an upcoming open mic night.
I'm probably going to upset some animal lovers out there, but I have to get something off my chest: I hate birds.
As second semester hurdles by, the clock is ticking for underclassmen to make a decision about their majors.
There is one thing I am familiar with, and that is travel. As a team we probably are on the road - driving or flying - at least once a week during the season.
Six days out of seven, I am a therapist. On the seventh day, I am sleeping, for if I were awake, I would be a therapist. I don't have a special couch or reading glasses that slide down my nose.
Fourth-year College student Kimberly Schreiber didn't expect to be competing against men in the final round of a Feb.
A few weeks ago, a man changed my outlook on life. If you think I mean that this happened on Valentine's Day... just no.
I've been named a lot of things in my life: Maisie, a term of endearment my mother stole from Dr. Seuss.
Dance Marathon, the event touted in flyers, profile pictures and T-shirts, brings together a large percentage of the University's population every February.
Not many people can say that they have had a friend since the day they were born. I can. Her name is Nan and she - yes, Nan is definitely a girl - is a silver 1987 Volvo station wagon. When I was a new baby, Nan came to take my parents and I home from the hospital, guarding me just as carefully then as she would in the many rides to come.
Cold and flu season may be winding down for the rest of the general population, but that doesn't matter to me, for my fear of illness is nearly eternal.
"If you were Felix, and you worked in a refugee camp in El Salvador, how would you feel if you knew you couldn't leave?" That was photographer Roderick Sinclair's opening question to the nearly 40 students and teachers who came to Casa Bol
It's possible most students at the University have used an iClicker at least once during their time here.
