By Ren LaForme
This is where I’m supposed to write a thoughtful, melancholy editor’s letter about graduating, and how I’m going to miss my friends and all of the wonderful teachers I’ve had in the past five years—all before gracefully bowing out with my diploma. I could recall the times I rode the bus home from South Campus drunk, the long …
Students these days are barking up the wrong tree. I recently asked a strapping young bookworm about his opinion on the budget cuts. His mouth closed tighter than Fort Knox and his faced turned as white as snow. You could hear a pin drop in the room. He changed the subject faster than greased lightning.
“I don’t know. But Spring Fest …
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