New York magazine recently ran a cover story on what they called “the blurry teen pill culture,” describing the lifestyle of New York City teenagers who use black market antidepressants and their friends’ Adderall to survive school and enjoy their Friday nights out on the town.
As the clock ticked towards midnight on Friday, Oct. 15, hoops junkies across the nation eagerly awaited the beginning of a new year in college basketball.
Two female students were assaulted Monday on local streets, marking the sixth violent crime reported to the Department of Public Safety this month and raising concerns about dim lighting in the area.
Despite the curious spectacle of bulky men in spandex lifting heavy barbells while yelling in Greek or Chinese, I remained fixated on the steady stream of thick, red-black liquid oozing out of my right arm.