Looking back, first year was a good one


Freshmen year of college is an adjustment unlike any other one might experience in their life. Whether the adjustment be from living in your private room at home to living with a person who enjoys his cartoons too loud or from attending your high school classes ready to learn to attending your college classes still drunk, the adjustment period is never an easy one. Like every other college freshman, I stumbled quite a bit along the way. There were moments when I was lonely, stressed out and felt like college was the wrong decision for me, but from every negative experience, I have grown immensely. Every misstep only reaffirmed where the path is.

Best to deal with awkward sexual moments early on


While swapping spit or during foreplay, I never know when it’s right to take ‘em off. It’s never like the movies where it happens in one fluid motion. There needs to be a designated time for taking clothes off, and then meeting on the bed when done. It would relieve so much stress. But no, that’s never what happens. What really happens is my shirt is too complicated to take off so he moves on, leaving me with the exasperating task of taking it off against all the rocking. What happens is my skintight jeans that only I know how to maneuver out of kills the mood come sexy time.

Graduates should take part in ceremony


The ceremony on the Quad, which thousands of people will attend, is the punctuation to the end of one of the largest chapters of your life. You’ve put in the diligent work to get to this point and deserve the public recognition. It’s time to be a little selfish and accept the fact that you have earned every bit of acknowledgment you receive.

A new job and a life lesson


On the day of head baseball coach Gary Powers’ 900th win of his career, a slew of photographers and videographers showed up in the ninth inning in preparation for the ceremony that was to follow. While shooting from a secret location (known only to those who already know where it is) I watched several experienced photographers line up outside the gate entrance to the turf. I couldn’t help but feel out of the loop, almost as if they knew something I didn’t. I decided to risk not following them and stayed on the opposite side of the field, and as the game ended two players hauling a Gatorade cooler toward a blinded coach Powers ceased my ability to think.