Blessed with excessive facial hair? This contest is for you.
Is he looking at my butt? I should have worn different pants; these ones are too tight, but the other ones show my ankles. Or maybe the lout behind me is noticing the holes in my blue “Big Bear Lake” shirt. I tug it down.
The program, which was “enthusiastically approved by the President’s Cabinet,” according to Hedberg, provides additional leadership opportunities to students who perhaps would not be eligible for RA positions.
I stopped eating lunch with people who judged me and found a couple people who enjoyed the seeds as much as I did.
I haven’t completed anything before 10 p.m. since – holy sleep deprivation, Batman! – high school.
It was four in the morning when my Tylenol PM-induced slumber was shattered by the sound of knocking on my dorm window.
I walked up to the campus coffee shop the other night with a pal of mine. We stopped before the glass doors and waited for the man on the other side to go first, expecting that after he passed through, he would hold the door open for us.
College is supposed to make students more mature, but my time here has been spent like a 12-year-old boy, playing pranks, staying up too late, and doing homework only when it fits into my packed schedule.
It was a Sunday, a rather gloomy and chilly Sunday, and we were in the Hilltop News office catching pneumonia.
“Hey, can I see your bedroom?” the boy asked.
“So you can what? Awkwardly sit on my bed while a third party makes sure we don’t do anything against Corban standards. Of course! Meet me at five, room 120,” I said coyly.