When in Athens, Wait, What Should I Do: Dorms are a world of their own, miles from home
Jan. 22, 2012Don’t get me wrong, I love beaten-to-death phrases as much as Dr. House loves playing by the rules.
Don’t get me wrong, I love beaten-to-death phrases as much as Dr. House loves playing by the rules.
Last week, I committed the most grotesque and unthinkable act I have ever done in my life: I literally dove into a dumpster in order to save $500.
A lot of my friends here at Ohio University enjoy doing two things: watching sports and smoking weed.
No one trumps expressing the frustration I feel with the election process like Stephen Colbert and his mock campaign for president in South Carolina.
Editor’s Note: Instead of his regular column, Sharp Left Ahead, William chose to write a Between the Lines. To read Sharp Left Ahead, visit our website at thepost.ohiou.edu.
President Barack Obama should get the Guinness World Record for “the most tons of stuff to protect him.”
Today I walked through the aisles of Athens Goodwill with two friends. One of those friends started walking faster suddenly and pulled my hand toward him. He whispered to me, “Watch that little girl over there.”
Disclaimer: This is not a personal account, I assure you, I just have this friend, see, who recently moved to Columbus. His name is Guy — Guy ‘Shades’ Patterson, stepbrother of George Glass. He sent me some tips about someday leaving the college life and entering the real world, so I figured I’d share them.
As I sit here, I cannot help but notice the blustery white flakes falling gracefully just outside the cozy confines of my second-floor dorm room.
OK, let’s yank those eyes away from the cobwebs that have accumulated in your wallet (spiders need homes, too!) and focus on the lighter things in life. I say that to give you the allusion that I stop to get serious sometimes. So on to the third way I knew I wasn’t in small town America anymore — the sites, traditions and events that are more unbelievable than Kim Kardashian’s marriage.
While wandering campus, it’s impossible to find a single person not utilizing technology in some way. Whether it’s blasting dubstep on an iPod, clutching a laptop or gossiping on a cell, we are all guilty of being attached to technology.
Breaking news is always fun.
Is the Republican primary season too confusing for you to follow? Then this is your one-stop shop for a rundown on all the candidates this year.
Recently, a friend of mine and I had a falling-out. We had been friends for around 13 years and had never enjoyed anyone’s presence as much as each other. I guess the saying, “Distance will make or break your friendship” is true. I also believe in the saying, “Time heals everything.”
It’s blue for boys. It’s pink for girls. It’s green for gender-neutral environments. And now, it’s orange for choose-the-gender-that-you-need-for-dominance.
People often speak of the nearly telepathic connection between twins, but what of the often-understated reciprocity among mere siblings?
My friend Jimmy is a natural when it comes to getting girls. When he is not even trying, they flock to him. I don’t know how he does it.
My brain has finally refused to stop working — and in this day and age, I don’t really blame it.