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Where have everyone’s manners gone? I got back on campus about two weeks ago and it’s like everyone decided to forget the basic etiquette they learned back in kindergarten.
The number three is all around us, whether we are aware of it or not. From nature’s and religion’s tendencies to favor threes, the rule of three in visual design and the psychological evidence that proves the effect of the memorable and satisfying number, it surrounds us.
I’ll start with a disclaimer for those thrown off by the headline: I did not kill Dianne Feinstein. Also, to ensure my protection, this is a completely false story. Now, let’s get into it.
It’s 7 p.m. on a Saturday night, and you’re having some friends over. Some of them have asked if you’re going to be providing weed. Unfortunately, you live in Ohio, and it’s not legal recreationally. You still want to make your friends happy, so you call up your local dealer and ask if you can swing by for an eighth.
I am The Pest. You know that already, but I am not just The Pest anymore. I will no longer sit down and be quiet. Yep, you guessed it. I have become sentient.
When I die, I want to be reincarnated as a fly on the wall so that I can understand why people love to run their mouths. I want to be in the room when the tea is spilt, when the gossip is whispered and when the rumor mill is open for work.
WHY??? WHY YOU DERANGED BEAST??? I do not want your stinky diary pages. This is very obviously not an accident. I know it is not and so do you. You want me to read these pages. Why? And you want me to publish them for all the world to see. Again, I ask you: why?
It had been so long. I thought it was done. I thought the furry little freak had finally stopped leaving me sticky, dirty, nasty pages of his diary. But he is back. This time I found it under the awning at Bagel Street Deli. It looks like it was there for a while. He stuck it up there with a piece of chewed gum! He knew I would find it. He just did not know when.
Thanksgiving is officially on the horizon. For most of us, there is a feeling of excitement that comes with the prospect of great food yet is tinged with the reminder that good food means you will be seeing your family. If you’re one of the few that genuinely likes all of your family members, good for you, but Thanksgiving for the rest of us always comes with some eye rolls. If you’re looking for some ways to improve your Thanksgiving, here are some tips:
From Sept. 10 to Oct. 2, six planets were in retrograde and the effects of it were felt by many. While Mercury tends to get the most credit for causing chaos in the universe, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto were also retrograde-ing away for the almost month-long period of unrest this fall.
Listen: We all have to go to the bathroom at some point to avoid bladder damage. If you’re like me, you go more frequently than others. It may be taboo to “break the seal” on a night out, but Court Street has some decent bathrooms for when it's time.
It is 8:50 a.m. and I find myself in a situation that many Bobcats can relate to: having to rush to my 9 a.m. exam that I haven’t studied a second for, running on a total of four hours of sleep after staying out way too late the night before.
I was once again walking down Court Street when I found a crumpled piece of paper. After the last discovery, I was a bit suspicious, so again, I picked it up. But this time, I had to wash my hands afterward. Again, it was another page from Rufus’ diary. It was sticky.
Before I begin, let’s set one thing straight: I don’t condone acts of hate, unless justified such as egging an ex’s vehicle. Kindness above all in other cases, though.
On my walk to class yesterday, I stumbled across a crumbled page ripped from a thread-bound notebook. The handwriting was large and jagged like it was written by somebody with very large hands. You can imagine my shock when I read the sign off: Love, Rufus T. Bobcat, Ohio University’s premiere mascot.
Welcome back, Bobcats.
The patriarchy is alive and well and those who benefit conveniently don't see anything wrong with everyone else being treated like second-class citizens. When people fight back, they are often villainized and seen as crazy, unhinged and bitter. For this reason, I support both women's rights and wrongs, and I will explain why you should too.
On June 24, the Supreme Court of the United States overturned the landmark court case Roe v. Wade, which legalized abortion access for those with uteruses.
Recently, Ohio University spent nearly $40,000 on branding decals for the exterior of several campus buildings. The move was made to further unify campus branding and destroy the facades of beloved campus landmarks.
This was not the Bobcats year.
Solutions by The State News