Now that the semester is ending and I’m about to graduate, this is going to be my last Girl(ish) Talk column ever.
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It was around 1 a.m. and I was walking around the back of Pi Kitchen with a friend. I stumbled across a little furry blob on the floor and got down on the ground to look at it.
Here, at Off The Press, we always strive to bring quality entertainment through our satire articles with a combination of lighthearted yet random humor and silly storytelling.
In the thick of finals, your regular eating routine might go out the window. You might spend all day studying and neglect meals until you’re starving.
This is it, I guess, this is the last time you will hear about my experiences as a senior getting ready to reach the real world.
Internships are difficult to get, especially in this day and age. And with finals creeping up on us, it can be frustrating when you see everyone around you getting one along with a salary while you’re trying to study for finals.
We often take for granted the ubiquitous things that we assume everyone has. Access to clean drinking water, access to food, and access to a warm place to sleep are things we are aware of that not everyone has access to.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” The line is infamous in English literature as Charles Dickens’ 1859 novel, A Tale of Two Cities, to frame the motif of duality throughout the seven monthly installments of the novel to-be.
The music scene on campus is what originally inspired me to write for The Stute, and this past weekend being Techfest gave me a lot to think about.
Staring at the painting of the man in the bowler hat, I can’t help but notice his attempt to masquerade as a granny smith apple.