Rub Some Dirt On It: A different kind of bar food
It’s Monday morning. You roll out of bed at 10 a.m., go to your 10:15 class, another one at 11:40, and then head to a club meeting. And, oh yeah, there’s an essay that you need to write and submit by 3 p.m. There’s no time for breakfast, or even a stop at Leo’s.
Rub Some Dirt On It: The no-saline-solution blues
The hardest-working organs in any college student’s body are probably the eyes. They are continuously glued to a computer-screen lit in harsh, artificial light, gazing at power-point slides during class lectures, pouring over glossy textbook pages into the early morning, or adjusting to the strobe-lights at a Saturday night party.
Rub Some Dirt On It: Addicted to the pump
If you’re anything like me, when you go to the gym, you agonize over the clock as you wait for your 20 minutes of cardio to be over. Or you’re gaping in admiration at the energizer bunny in front of you, who has been running hard since before you got there and shows no signs of slowing.
Rub Some Dirt On It: Show me your tats
I cannot understand why anyone would pay money to have someone puncture their skin with tiny needles that stab at the speed of 100 times per second using a machine that sounds like a dental drill and stabs like a sewing machine, and then fill the resulting wounds with ink.
Rub Some Dirt on It: Not your grandma’s vaccine
In 2006, young women around the country were bombarded by TV commercials, billboards, and glossy magazine ads urging them to be “one less”—as in one less woman to contract human papillomavirus. The method? Gardasil, a new vaccine manufactured by Merck.
Rub Some Dirt on It: Can you hear me now?
Admit it: at some point you were seduced by an old iPod commercial.
Rub Some Dirt on It: Rethinking the “T” out of G.T.L.
With the weather in D.C. finally beginning to warm up, many of us will be bringing our books and our bikinis to the front lawn to sunbathe and study.
Rub Some Dirt On It: This is your brain on hookah
Smoking is a fairly prevalent vice at Georgetown. We have all walked past that guy in the GERMS shirt smoking on the Village C Patio, and there is nothing new about having to pass through the eternal smoke cloud in front of Lauinger in order to get some studying done.
Rub Some Dirt On It: Bag the jet lag
Spring break will find many of us waiting in crowded airports, toting luggage around and eagerly boarding planes bound for destinations a world away from the Hilltop.
Rub Some Dirt On It: Alternative energy sources
Years ago, the most unwholesome beverage a kid could buy at a convenience store counter was a sugar-laden can of Coke, and the only option available to sleep-deprived college students was an extra large cup of coffee.