Last Saturday night, I left Patrick’s to join the throng in the bank parking lot and wait for the GusBus to arrive. I met up with my boyfriend, who was standing in line at the open door of the bus. He looked slightly disgruntled; I found out why immediately after the doors shut. As we pushed farther back into the packed bus, the Gustie directly … Continue reading Dropping the other f-bomb

It seems weird writing this column. Maybe its just the finality of writing my last column, one of many last things I’ll be experiencing over the next few weeks. I thought it might be best to start at the beginning of my time writing at The Weekly before finally saying goodbye. When I first started at The Weekly as a bored sophomore, I had just … Continue reading Goodbye Gustavus

As I prepare to graduate, I am looking more and more at what I have done in the last four years, and I am left to wonder if I am leaving my school a better place. I hope that I am. The thing I am most proud of doing in my last four years is being a part of The Weekly. Since I was a … Continue reading Good-bye, and good luck

Have you ever had fun doing something that you may publicly ridicule? Perhaps in high school you surreptitiously liked math or doing Sudoku. I have in the past and presently find myself in such a position. Although I have gotten over many of my insecurities of yore, some part of me is still shocked when I find myself enjoying doing mathematical logic or something similar. … Continue reading Mindless moments

As often as sexism racism sexual oppression and gender oppression are rightfully decried in the pages of the commentary section, I feel as if a certain kind of oppression and consciousness is ignored fairly often. Often enough to warrant an inclusion that is particularly relevant as this crop of seniors prepares to graduate. This omission is class oppression and class consciousness. Like it or not, … Continue reading Boo to bootstraps