Want to see it happen? Make it happen

Odds are you’ve heard the rumors. The air is buzzing with them, as it has been for … over two years, now? Well in case you haven’t heard, or read last week’s headlines, allow me the honor of delivering the low-down: talks between Student Senate and the Dean’s office about renovating the Dive have started once again. Talks of renovations, include the possibility of installing … Continue reading Want to see it happen? Make it happen

Psyched out

Ah, fall. Sunburns give way to spray-tans that would make a bag of Cheetos jealous, the aging leaves have trouble hiding their yellows and try to cover them up with flaming reds, and indecisive Minnesota weather brings with it the intriguing sweatshirt/shorts/Uggs “fashion” statement. Somewhere, an alarm clock forcefully reminds a hangover that class started ten minutes ago, and another crop of students start freaking … Continue reading Psyched out

The letter that’s not in your PO

Everyday life, especially in this little school atop the hill, is studded with calendars filled with opportunities to snatch so as “not to miss anything.” How easily the mind slips into high gear, filling up space in the planner so as to experience it all! This time of year is marked by the harvesting of activities and involvements. In the sighs of the wind and … Continue reading The letter that’s not in your PO

Impressions of a DC intern

These are truly the times that try men’s souls. If you’ve been watching cable news recently, you know all about it. “America’s economy is sinking into the dreaded double-dip recession, taking the rest of the world with it!” “The American People cry out for leadership, while little or nothing of substance is accomplished in Washington!” “Our leaders seem too busy keeping their jobs to actually … Continue reading Impressions of a DC intern

The adjective noun

Why I am not a Gustie Greeter Alright, that’s enough. Ma’am? I’m serious, let go of your son. For god’s sake woman, get a grip. You’re acting like he’s going off to fight the Communists or something. Come on, he’s not going to die, ma’am. There are only two-hundred thirty-three different ways to die on this campus, twenty fewer than St. Olaf. So we’ve got … Continue reading The adjective noun