A few weeks ago, practically everyone in my major flipped out when the news story broke that employers were asking applicants for their Facebook login information.
We have a problem at this university: boys in relationships who secretly sleep around.
Preamble: I am not in favor of lies, deceit and dishonesty. I am merely here to explain why I think cheating is more than what your professors would like to have you think, and in which circumstances I find it understandable.
The story you are about to read is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
This column has high levels of Buddhism, so I apologize if I start to transcend meaning or pour you all a tad too much hippie Kool-Aid.
Over the past few weeks, two men have individually caused me to rack up a $20.37 tab at Taco Bell.
When Unite Party males get all up in my business while I'm trying to walk to class, I typically turn to them and say, "Sorry, I don't care what you have to say unless you want to have sex with me."
During my time here, I have regrettably picked up an unfortunate coping mechanism: using Taco Bell as a rebound.
Two things I wish I'd known before coming to college: 1) Professors of liberal arts rarely provide worthwhile readings, and 2) The risk of clogging a friend's toilet is never worth taking.
Not too long ago, I embodied a characteristic that I now cannot stand: I believed the poor deserved to be poor.
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