Sunday, April 30, 2017

UCSD Confessions: A Bunch of Baloney

Either I’ve been thoroughly missing out over the past two years, or UCSD students just excel remarkably in creativity. “UCSD Confessions,” created last week, is a Facebook page that posts students’ anonymous confessions, which are submitted either through SurveyMonkey or email. But, I am finding it hard to believe many are entirely true.

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.

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...

My Only Wish Is To Be Facebook Unseen

A friend once told me that, in an attempt to shame people into saving water, her summer apartment-mate suggested that they each “clock in” and “clock out” of the shower. Needless to say, the idea was quickly vetoed. “Read receipts” for Facebook Messenger remind me of this invasive, military-like idea — with timestamps displayed on your messages, you automatically feel pressured to respond more rapidly.

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...

Never Resort to Having a Cup Noodle Thanksgiving

Two Thanksgivings ago, while most students were at home diving into freshly-roasted turkeys and swapping stories with their families, I found myself staring across a restaurant table at two complete strangers I had just met at a bus stop. We didn’t even entirely speak the same language.

Plush Seats Are Comfy, But They Aren’t Clean

If there’s one place on campus I hate, it’s Solis 107. No, it’s not because of some past dispute with a professor over getting a B+ instead of an A-, or because the clock there sometimes lies that class is over when there are still 10 minutes left — it’s because of the chairs. I cannot bring myself to sit on them.

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...

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...

Daylight Saving is a Convenient Falsehood

Winding my clock back one hour this past Sunday felt like taking a Sharpie and willfully changing the expiration date on a carton of milk.


Film Review: “Their Finest”

During the height of World War II, screenwriters Catrin Cole (Gemma Arterton) and Tom Buckley (Sam Claflin) are recruited by the British Ministry of...

Concert Review: Father John Misty

Josh Tillman, an indie folk rock singer-songwriter performing under the moniker “Father John Misty,” is a pretty polarizing figure. A subject of devout idolatry...

TV Review: “Samurai Jack” (Season 5)

“Samurai Jack” was a cartoon far ahead of its time with a straightforward story and breathtaking animation unlike any predecessor. These attributes deemed it...