Saturday, August 19, 2017

The Fun Does Not End After College

As a senior, transitioning from a carefree San Diego summer back to the daily class grind was especially difficult. Three years ago, I eagerly went to every Welcome Week event, found all the Stuart Collection...

Your Future Self Might Hate Your Cat Tattoo

As I was crooning along to “Take a Walk” at a Passion Pit show last week, I started to wonder if I would still love lead singer Michael Angelakos’ high-pitched falsetto next year, or...

Take a Chance, and Go for a Pixie

When a celebrity gets a haircut, it becomes front-page news on both sides of the Atlantic, and Yahoo News writers break their keyboards in excitement. Last week, “The Hunger Games” actress Jennifer Lawrence became...

2007 Called, and It Wants Its Phone Back

I’m only about seven years late to the party, but I finally joined the digital age by ditching my beat-up “dumbphone” in favor of an iPhone 5C. For those of you who can afford the...

Friends Forever or Friends Until June?

Last Sunday, as I clinked glasses of sparkling wine with my roommate over unpronounceable Italian delicacies, I came to a somber realization: The two of us would be going our separate ways after graduation...

You Will Meet a Tall, Dark Reality

When Woody Allen’s sexual abuse allegations resurfaced last week and loyal fans slipped into a state of shock, I was reminded of an affliction called the Paris Syndrome. The name conjures up images of wannabe-hipsters...

It’s Alright to Skip Revelle in Rome

I went through the WebReg enrollment process last week with a sinking sense of finality. By signing up to spend my final quarter of UCSD in the likes of Pepper Canyon and Otterson Hall,...

21 Marks the End of Happy Birthdays

Once again, I will be bumped down to the bottom rung of the ladder: Out of all of my apartment-mates, I will be the last to turn 21. My roommate will be reaching this milestone birthday in a few days — even my Forever-Lazy-wearing apartment-mate will be able to buy a celebratory drink at Porter’s Pub after her last final.

Stank Face or Not, She Might Be Friendly

When my professor instructed everyone to pair up with a nearby classmate, my heart sank as I looked up to see a girl in a familiar, orange hoodie lock eyes with me. I had...