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This semester I've been taking a class discussing one of the best television shows of all time - HBO's The Wire. Although The Wire shines in nearly every dramatic, cinematic and thematic category, one of its best qualities is its ability to show the pervasiveness of bureaucratic nonsense.
I think we all know that feeling at the end of the semester when all you want to do is get the hell out of dodge and head home for the holidays.
I imagine this is not true for everyone, but in the great state of Alabama football is king. I'm sure everyone has heard of the two little teams at Alabama and Auburn (Roll Tide!
I love Charlottesville. I especially love it in the fall when the leaves are changing and everything has a golden glow and smells kind of like apples and pumpkins and Halloween.
Once upon a time, in a place called the Fine Arts Library, there sat a young woman trying to be scholarly.
Last month I finally reached that long-awaited milestone, my 21st birthday. In America, the 21st birthday is pretty much the last good birthday, the last one where you can say, "I gained something on this birthday apart from more years and more wrinkles!" OK, that might be overstating things: All birthdays bring fun things like more experience and new memories, but come on, that hardly stacks up against being able to legally buy alcohol. Leading up to my birthday all of my friends were in a frenzy of planning and helping me decide how to celebrate this once-in-a-lifetime event.
First of all, I beg everyone's pardon for generalizing according to my own experiences; it's the hazard of being a columnist.
