After the spook and magic of Halloween has passed, the season dedicated to thankfulness and charity presents itself. November and December are holidays sacred to the American spirit. Thanksgiving provides a time for everyone to come together and realize how much there is to be thankful for. Christmas fills the streets with joyous carols and special gifts, and knick-knacks are bought to show loved ones how much they mean to them. But what about those who are not as fortunate?
As kids, playing house was a game that seemed to be popular among my generation. We struggled to impersonate adults and exaggerated the idea of children. We would play as we waited for our real parents to come around, so we could go back to being real children. Dragonball Z, Pokemon, Barbies, whatever the preference, allowed us real children to drift back into the world of make-believe as we became our toys and favorite TV show characters.
On-campus dining -- what an awful experience. Last year as a freshman, I was looking at my $995, often referred to as monopoly money, wondering how quickly I'd use it over the semester. So I did my math and came up with a budget of about nine dollars a day. Well, as I quickly found out, that wasn't going to last.
Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday. I love zombies. I love candy corn. It falls during what might be the most pleasant-weathered month of the calendar year, and it gives me a reason to buy the obscene amounts of fake blood I pine for the other 365 days.
You won't learn your most important rhyme in nursery school. Ring before spring is the gold standard for many college men and women. There is a massive push to be married by the time the college years are over. People seem to be getting engaged left and right. Slow down, everyone.
How much do you weigh? If you were to ask me that, I wouldn't have an answer. I have no idea. "Above 100? Below 200?" Yeah, no clue.
On any given weekend, I'd much rather spend my nights eating cereal on my couch and binging on my latest Netflix addiction. In those moments, the thought of going downtown to drink repulses me on a level similar to going to the dentist. But that's what people in this town do.
I've never lived on campus. So, when it comes to deciding whether or not to live there, I might not be the most reliable source. However, I have a perspective many ought to consider, especially since 80 percent of students live off campus.
It seems like the phrase "teach the controversy" has become a popular response nowadays for those who disagree with popular scientific theories. If I'm allowed to have an opinion on topics in sports, politics and religion, why can't I do the same in science?
Believe it or not, we're already in the month of March, which not only means spring break is next week, but also means the most wonderful time of the year is quickly approaching: NCAA Basketball March Madness.
On Feb. 9, 1964, The Beatles exploded into American homes with a two-and-a-half-minute performance of "I Want to Hold Your Hand" on The Ed Sullivan Show. That night changed the way we would listen to music forever.
Let's not kid ourselves. Pace of play in college football is a real problem. Well it's a real problem in the eyes of Nick Saban and Bret Bielema. But that, in turn, is the real problem with the problem -- two highly paid head coaches are trying to change the rules in order to send a message to the up-tempo offenses that gives them headaches.
Living in a college town, it's common to hear stories about your fellow students not remembering exactly how they got home last night. Sometimes those nights involve drunk driving.
Ready to feel great about yourself? Special K is here to help. The sugary-sweet pressed corn cereal has been running The Special K Challenge commercials since 2008, promising women they'll drop six pounds or one jean size in two weeks.
Before I did a lot of things in my life, I attended my first baseball game. In fact, before I even spoke my first word, I had seen the Chicago Cubs play at Wrigley Field. I marked that off of my bucket list before I even knew what a bucket list was. Or a bucket. Or a list.
I'm a feminist. I'm also a masculinist. Most accurately, I'm a peopleist. I'm not the first person to coin the term "peopleism," and I'm not the first to share its ideals, but it constantly surprises me how much we let gender get in the way of real things happening.
The phrase "Game Recognize Game" isn't usually applicable to romance. An adage used among pro-athletes and rappers to confer mutual respect for the other's talents, abilities or accomplishments, it can also be used to determine a potential partner's worth to you. The power couple Jay-Z and Beyonce is a good example.
I've been cute-couple kicking for at least a decade now. I don't remember when my aversion to cute couples began, but something about the blissful titters, amorously glazed eyes and surreptitiously flexed biceps has always driven me bonkers. Luckily, I discovered a few flinty kicks on the back of a flirty couple's seat was usually enough to snap a couple out of their amorous trance.