The Black Sheep
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Volume 4, Issue 4 2/14/13 - 2/20/13
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Consternation of the college kid Alexandra Adams wrote this So we’re “adults” now. Ha. Seriously. Who even came up with the idea of letting 18 to 21-year-olds fend for ourselves? It’s pretty obvious we can’t. Remember yesterday when you were playing Edward Forty Hands? Of course you don’t. That’s the POINT of Edward Forty Hands (which is not, as popularly believed, a sex toy.) What we’re getting at here, is that college kids have a lot to be freaking out about. Cooking Edible Food: So you’re not a foodie. You like good steak and appreciate gourmet mac-n-cheese, but there’s no way in hell you can create it. In fact, you were ninety percent sure umami was spelled and pronounced “Oooh. Mommy!” Perhaps you don’t even know what umami is. Unfortunately, the Internet can only do so much for you and your poor culinary instincts. In other words, it’s Duffy’s again tonight. High School All Over Again: You may have thought you left adolescent misery behind. No more “drama,” no more 8-3 schedule, lots more liquor… College is great. Except for the fact that high school always finds a way to rear its ugly head. That booze-laden text from your senior year ex will be haunting you for days. Same goes for the Skype-sesh with your past buddies. Sure, it’s fun to see your old chums rocking the freshman 15, but it’s best to keep high school as far away from college as possible. That way you won’t go home and drunkenly bang that one guy. If you do, shake it off; you’re a big kid now. Taxes: Well, shit. You’re majoring in communications for a reason. Math wrinkles your pretty brain. Even TurboTax confuses the Jesus out of you. Why do they call this thing an “EZ” form when it requires centuries of data gathering and hair-pulling? Do yourself a favor: call up Mama or Daddy and beg for guidance. Oh, and do it SOBER. Making it to 8 a.m. Lecture: Haha! Why did you sign up for this, anyway? You’re kind of asking for it. The last thing you want to do right now is extract your hung-over ass from the warm cocoon of your bed. You’d rather bathe in wasps, dance with an angry leopard, watch ten hours of Whitney (okay, not that last one). Look at it like this: if you make it to at least half of those classes, you’re winning. College Loans: By the time you’re a junior and have $60,000 worth of loans, jumping off the Washington Avenue Bridge will become increasingly appealing. But before you do something so brash, just remember… Dear God. You’re basically fucked. We all are. Moving back in with your parents won’t be so bad, right? Existential Explosion: Maybe you’ve been spending too much time reading Albert Camus. Or maybe this weed is just really good. Regardless: your mind is on a ride. You and your burnout
the Top Ten: College Pranks Stock up on your jello... Dwight and Jim style.
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buds are sitting in a circle on the dorm floor and having a “real” conversation. “What does it mean? What are we doing here? Why is Brian crying right now?” It’s okay to be afraid of things, even though at the current point in time you don’t know what those things are (much less anything else). Let yourself sink into consideration… but not too far. What You Did Last Night: Why are you in a dorm hallway right now? Dear god, it’s Middlebrook. First thing’s first: try to avoid wondering, “Which international kid did I bang last night?” and instead run far away (SO far.) When you get home you’ll notice not only that all of your liquor is gone, but also that your face
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A Love Letter to the Lost Hours Paper due in 3 hours? No problem. This is what you need to do.
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looks like a trashed dance floor. Upon plugging in your iPhone, you find a plethora of selfies, most of which are of people you don’t know. Yeah, putting the puzzle pieces together from last night really IS scary. You best go talk this out with your therapist, Sir Whisky Jameson. God, all of the above really do suck, and from what we understand things don’t really get better from here. Once they force us out of this arctic paradise it’s all getting paper and not throwing up on real people dates, plus all of the stuff above. No wonder most people never want to leave college.
Career Fair Translations Are you sending the right message to future employers? Or did you show up drunk?
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