December, to most people, is a time of joyous celebration. We think of family and friends. Some of us think of snow and cookies, others of lights and bonfires. However, for college students, December is a time of somber studying. Thanksgiving dinners seem like a distant memory when you are eating chicken tenders from the Rat or cold Chinese food.
It's that time of the year again: Christmas songs are playing on the radio and people are dancing around the tree waiting for Santa to arrive. Any and all time is split between shopping for presents and enjoying our last days here with our friends before we get to see our families for the holidays.
Every day, I make my way downtown as I prepare for another day of classes on historic Canal Street. Since I am usually running late for my morning class, I choose not to take beautiful St. Charles Avenue - where the puppies play, the sun shines bright and the bells of the streetcar ring.
I have the academic advising blues. I want to issue a disclaimer to advisors everywhere before I retell my story. I can only speak for my personal experiences with the advising system. My trials and tribulations hopefully will not mirror those of the entire student body; if so, we are in dire need of change.
Christmas is my favorite time of year. Throughout December, I listen only to Christmas music; I watch "It's A Wonderful Life" on a bi-weekly schedule and I am inexplicably motivated to pay for the people behind me in line at the drive-through Starbucks so I can spread the cheer.
Crazy story, folks: did you hear about the schoolteacher in Mississippi who allowed her seven-year-old students to name a teddy bear "Jesus?" She got locked up and threatened with a public beating. Protestors appeared by the hundreds to demand her death. She will probably be deported from the country.
Penthouse Mike Huckabee: Had to accept Chuck Norris' endorsement. He who defies Chuck Norris, dies by Chuck Norris. Ron Paul: Nothing makes a presidential candidate look like the "everyman" like being endorsed by prostitutes and their pimp. Outhouse Will Smith: Spills secrets of "I am Legend" ending…saves wasting $8 on a movie ticket to see another crappy post-apocalyptic movie.
Congrats, OMA Responding to "Posting policy sparks protest" (Nov. 16), dear Tulane: Please stop pissing off your students! The world is a lot bigger than campus policy, though I know at times it may not seem like it. As an academic institution, I challenge those involved with Tulane's administration to step up to the plate and start thinking critically, not bureaucratically.
Harry would like to offer some advice to those looking to raise their grades this semester. Just remember: When you're earning those grades on your back, a little enthusiasm can mean the difference between an A- and an A. Speaking of enthusiasm, Harry would like to file a formal complaint with Newcomb.