By Rich Shrestha Praise the lord. Kanye’s evangelistic mission has finally dropped: “Jesus is King.”…
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Robert Pattinson and Willem Dafoe get wet. By Marty Gatto Earwax Editor Robert Eggers’ slow-building,…
How hard do you think it would be to find a yellow turtleneck? Whatever you think the answer is, I’m here to tell you that it’s much, much harder.
A woman hopped over the fence into the lion exhibit at the Bronx Zoo last Saturday, September 27th. Caught on video, her close contact with the big cats was posted across multiple Instagram pages, including her own. The woman’s video opens with her handing her phone to a man, saying “Yeah I’m about to climb over, I want to get closer to them.” The man responds with “you’re not supposed to do that.” which is unheeded by the trespasser. “Go ahead and fall in there. See what happens.” he adds. The lion takes notice of the woman, making eye contact and stepping slightly closer to her. The woman starts waving at the animals, while someone in the background asks if the man holding the camera knows her. “Can you tell her to get back? It’s probably not safe” “I told her, she don’t listen to me.” In another video, the woman is seen waving at the lion, calling out “Hi baby, baby! Hi I love you!”
By Abbey Delk In the age of casual flings and ghostly lovers (though not of…
The following interview was obtained with extreme difficulty, as Father Terence prefers that none interfere with his mission. The Father kindly asks that no student attempt to locate him, nor learn his true identity. Some secrets are meant, like Father Terence himself, to quietly serve their purpose before departing swiftly into the night.
“I first started writing music probably when I was twelve. Back then I was taking lessons with some guy in town and he suggested I try and come up with a song. It was just descending seven chords or something—super simple stuff…” – Plum Sanders.
Sometimes, you just want to save a couple extra bucks on makeup, especially if you’re like me and wear makeup almost every day. But DON’T DO THAT. JUST DON’T.
‘Twas 10 PM on a Sunday night in Loyola Hall when the announcement was made. Classes were to be cancelled the following day, Monday, March 4th –snow day. With my homework complete, I would be afforded an extra twenty-four hours to live my life exactly as I pleased. Adventure, not sleep, was what I desired. I pulled up Google Maps on my laptop, scanning for “near-by” towns to visit, and my eyes landed on Montréal. Previously, I had spontaneously ventured to Coney Island and New Haven on school nights with my friend Ben. Québec could not be that much further. Besides, my cousin goes to McGill, perhaps there would be enough room in her apartment for an overnight guest. On the Grey Hound website, I found a bus leaving from Penn Station in an hour. I could make it. But alas, my Canadian adventure was cancelled. Unfortunately, my passport was in Houston.
That’s it! I’ve had it! I am SICK and TIRED of selfish, arrogant professors who feel the need to flex on their students rather than teach. I can’t seem to escape them. But what else can I do other than post multiple bad reviews on ratemyprofessor.com until the site’s moderators suspect I’m a bot? I’m writing this article to inform our community about how to spot the exact professors I’m talking about, so you can escape quickly from a semester of frustration.
