I’m writing my final News Flash from a spot I’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time during my undergrad: the corner couch at CoGro, iced matcha in one hand, breakfast bagel in the other.
St. Patrick’s day is a time of green-tinted madness where much can get lost in translation—and I don’t just mean bad Irish accents, or slurred drunken words.
We spend our lives chasing what’s cool, curating our tastes, and mocking the mainstream—until a guilty pleasure anthem drops, and in an instant, we’re all believers. It’s in those moments we realize sometimes, the music we connect with doesn’t fit the image we’ve built.
Winter can be a scary time, with brisk winds and plummeting temperatures causing damage to cars, houses, and roads, and, most importantly—the ego of a university student.
Dear Liz, My boyfriend is really into sports—he’s always watching games, talking stats, or playing fantasy leagues. The problem is, I just can’t get into it.
Between late-night decisions, passionate reunions, and occasional mishaps, there’s no shortage of horrifying hook-up stories to emerge from student bedrooms.
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