As we wrap up the semester, there’s only one thing in mind: “I would give anything to go back to quarters.” You probably thought I was going to say winter break, but I’m too busy studying 15 weeks of material to even think about the comforts of Cleveland.
I generally don’t make a habit out of habitually checking the ol’ Facebook. If I wanted near-constant updates about what my friends were up to at any given moment, I would get myself some friends, am I right? Ha! Ha! Related question: Does anyone want to hang out on Friday? Or Saturday. I’m flexible. (Ladies.)
Not to bore you with the understatement of the century (literally), but it’s a privilege to be a Postie.
When logging into Facebook these days, it has become a ritual that I have popcorn in one hand and a drink in the other, ready for action.
To get all obligatory greetings out of the way, I hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving where they spent their break enjoying good food, the company of their families and not being stuck on a Greyhound bus.
It finally happened. The day we all knew would come. I caught something on fire.
For years, I have waited in anticipation of being able to grow the holy grail of human hair.
I’m standing in front of the East Side Gallery — a remnant of the Berlin Wall — trying to picture the 1989 revolution and verify whether the air in East Berlin was as stinky as what Dragan Wende said.
It’s a strange phenomenon, but when you go away to college, life in your hometown actually does go on.
Editor’s Note: This is the second part in a two-part commentary about “fracking” in Southeast Ohio. Part one appeared in yesterday’s edition.
I’ve always held the theory that forms of entertainment such as sports and movies are big attractions during the holiday season because people are sick of having their families around and will do anything to shut them up for a couple of hours, hence the popularity of televised sporting events and Hollywood blockbusters around December.
Exciting news: CHRISTMAS IS HERE!
Thanksgiving Eve, or better known as the “Turkeyunion,” is the one day a year where people actually go out of their way to see everyone from high school.
Editor’s Note: This is the first part in a two-part commentary about “fracking” in Southeast Ohio. Part two will appear in tomorrow’s edition.
I suppose it’s convenient that as soon as the football team’s unfortunate descent became unbearable to watch, basketball season rolled around to distract us.
One school in England has had enough of the scruff.
Video games will save humanity sometime in the future. I assure you with more confidence and levelheadedness than Donald Trump proclaiming October surprises.
I’ve been a Pittsburgh Pirates fan all of my life. I’ve endured many of the worst player personnel moves ever made.
A sincere apology to the military officials whose careers I ruined (again):
Albert Einstein said, “If at first an idea is not absurd, then there is no hope for it.”
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