My friend told me he was recently involved in an “epic incident.” Since we go to different colleges, I asked him what happened. He sent me the following excerpt from his resident advisor’s logbook. I assume he received it in the mail with the rest of the notice that said his school was suspending him for a semester.
I hope CNN’s broadcasters are only this kooky during the holiday season. You know it’s Christmas when the anchor dances in her seat to Christmas jingles, the weatherman shares his personal travel plans, and the correspondents call each other by the wrong names.
Columbia University’s Dean of Student Advising sent an e-mail with “unsolicited advice” today:
- Take care of yourself. Sleep, eat healthy foods, take a ten-minute walk every once in a while, find some roses to smell.
- If the stress is getting to you, try working together with your friends to take care of one another.
The Chinatown bus is a bus line between New York City and Boston that has gained a reputation as a cheap, fly-by-night operation. Customers pay only $15 for the privilege of cheap thrills: flipping over off-ramps, losing wheels while traveling 70 miles per hour, and having their vehicle combust. Despite the spate of incidents two years ago, I’ve never had the chance to be involved in any of these incidents. I’ve always taken the Fung Wah because I can show up at the ticket booth anytime, pay $15, and be on my way to Boston or New York in half an hour. According to the Boston Globe, Fung Wah buses have crashed twice and driven over 3.03 million miles in the past 30 months. The distance of the Boston-NY route is 216 miles. That means Fung Wah buses have made 14,028 trips, and 0.014% of them were accidents. At $15 trip and so much convenience, I’ll take that chance.
Hopefully everyone is having a fun Thanksgiving. If you are not, sexy pilgrims will cheer you up.
After writing about my friend’s subpar experience with the GREs, I went to Educational Testing Service’s downtown testing center for the GREs myself.
Located on the 2nd floor of 675 3rd Avenue and 42nd Street, I’d never guess this dreary section of a building is where so many hours of human productivity and potential go to die. All at the hands of the Evil Testing Serpent.
The front page of the Times today broke the story of how Major Hasan, the army officer who killed 13 people at Fort Hood last week, was communicating with a radical Yemini cleric since last year. Not only that, but US intelligence agencies knew about it. For whatever reason, the matter was dropped by federal authorities who decided that Hasan wasn’t dangerous.
5 votes. That’s the narrow margin that the House health care bill passed. And very surprisingly – there was a Republican vote in favor.
It’s still too soon to tell what the final product will be, but for young adults the outcome looks like:
In a previous post, I wrote about a college student who stocked his room with bottles of his own urine. Here, I document my friends strange story of a test-taker who redefines “commitment.”
It was supposed to be a routine test. Register online, pay the $130 fee, bring a No. 2, and fill in bubbles. Dan had spent months preparing for the Physics Graduate Record Examination, but nothing could prepare him for yesterday’s test.
This Wednesday, I attended the Dean’s Scholarship Reception. It’s been a week in which I’ve been thinking a lot about the craft of writing – how other people are so good and I need much more practice.