There's something about that moment every year right when spring starts pretending it's summer that feels like a promise. A subtle reminder that soon, we’ll be trading in our winter coats for summer swimsuits, Uggs for Birkenstocks, and midterm deadlines for day trips. Every year, as the seasons shift, I, like many others, feed myself the same delusion: this will be the best summer ever. Everybody knows spring and summer are peak girlhood, no doubt about it. It’s the era o

It’s that time of year: almost every store you walk into is plastered with pastel colors, seasonal candy takes up three aisles and stuffed bunnies and chicks are sitting on the shelves begging you to take them home. Spring is upon us and Easter solidified its spot in the holiday decor section. As a child, Easter probably meant you got a break from school, got a basket of goodies, went to church and decorated easter eggs. As a college student, I find myself participating in

1) In America, using the metric system can get you in legal trouble 2) I just broke up with my mathematician girlfriend. She was obsessed with an X 3) When I die, I want to be cremated. It’s my last chance to have a smokin’ hot body. 4) What do you call a sad cup of coffee? Depresso. 5) What’s green and has wheels? Grass. I lied about the wheels. 6) Women should not have children after 36—really, 36 children is enough. 7) My friend said that if he went off a cliff, it would

We all remember at one point or another pursuing the brochure for the University of St. Francis (USF), gazing at each picture and imagining ourselves there in the moment. However, as we all know, such picturesque fantasy is not complete fiction as each hallway, classroom, and dining location tells a unique story. These brochures are one dimensional; they don’t truly capture the actual rhythm of a Tuesday morning on campus. To fully understand and appreciate the USF experience