I am so incredibly tired of this weather—not so much because it’s wet and cold, not even because on a bad day my nipples get hard enough to cut diamond;... Read more
I miss my cat. My little boo-boo bear is lonely at home without me. I feel so badly for her. I really miss her, and I’m pretty sure she misses... Read more
There are a number of mistruths and misrepresentations in the editorial concerning the Senior Class Gift (“Don’t Leave School Without It?” March 15, 2001). First, the money raised for the... Read more
Happiness abounds on campus. The men’s basketball team is going to the Sweet 16. Nat Burton is God. Uh-oh. I just took God out of our University. Maybe, as many... Read more
I’m starting to think I have a problem. As a little kid, I was obsessed with every book in the Wizard of Oz series. I read them so often, I... Read more
The Serm wondered about its past this week, and when we say wondered, we of course mean that we had to question where exactly we were during the 1970s. Why,... Read more
The scene went down like this: After having made my way over to the Leavey Center on a lonely weekend afternoon, I found myself waiting at the bank of elevators... Read more
My girlfriend wants an Allen Iverson sweatshirt. I want a Nat Burton jersey. With one shot, Burton stopped being the best 6’4” player that doesn’t ever shoot three pointers and... Read more
Sports are designed to break your heart, whether you be an athlete or a fan. Ultimately, players get old, dynasties crumble and teams continue to choke. But if sports break... Read more
The smell seemed to stick out most clearly in people’s minds. It was “not unpleasant,” said Ryan McCormick, and “lingered on clothing.” In fact, he kept the T-shirt that he... Read more