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You’re at a Starbucks, ordering your mocha-frappa-latte-chino concoction with sweet caramel drizzled on the frothy foam. The man in front of you is yelling to the barista about how he can taste the whole milk in his latte-mcfrapp drink, when he had originally asked for skim. As the arrogant whole milk tasting customer exits the coffee shop, he drops a 20-dollar bill on the floor which you pick up and put in the tip jar. “Karma’s a b***h,” you say to the barista as a smile caresses your face.
On April 17, 1975, as the Khmer Rouge seized the capital of Phnom Penh, the life of a six-year-old girl named Bopha Yonge was changed forever. Her family was driven out of their village of Bātdâmbâng and with millions of others, was forced straight into Hell. In a country that is less than half the size of CA, leader of Khmer Rouge and paramilitary dictator Pol Pot sought out to purify Cambodia and eliminate educated people in order to nationalize peasant farming. More than one million people died.
You’re home alone and you’re watching American Horror Story. The room is dark with the exception of the television and you start hearing noises from behind you, getting closer and closer. As this happens you see a dark shadow getting closer and closer.
Summer has officially ended and now is the time when people start to get into fall mode. Fall is the season full of chilly winds, spiced teas, and apple pie. Apple pie is a fall staple that no one can turn down. Who could ever turn down a hot piece of apple pie with vanilla ice cream on top? Your mouth is watering by just thinking about it.
There is a light at the end of the semester; it is called summer. Now is the time when students are itching to get out of class and get to the beach. Despite craving to make it out of the semester alive, we have to buckle down and finish the semester strong.
So, the saying is true. Time flies when you least expect it. Yet, how is it that time can always be slipping away from us?
Caution: this article will contain detailed descriptions of delicious chocolate-y goodness. Mouth watering may occur.
Remember when you were first taught the concept of peer pressure back in elementary school? Your teachers educated you on the value of respecting yourself and others around you and to never force someone to do something that they do not want to do. As we get older, the lessons of peer pressure go on without much to say. We experience life and learn from our mistakes. We think that we carry our wits about us everywhere we go when we are with groups of people. We may think that we, as college students, do not fall into peer pressure, but it happens more times than we think.
Here it is: the one holiday that sends single ladies to their couches as they pop in The Notebook screaming to Noah Calhoun to build them a porch, followed by a Mount Everest of tissues. It’s also the one holiday that sends couples reeling to the tippy-top of their relationship peak.
I am pretty sure we have all been hearing about how it is “flu season”. If you have not consider yourself an official resident of 431 Living Under a Rock Boulevard, West Long Branch, NJ.