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Rutgers is the breeding ground for a variety of things — fat sandwiches, scientific findings and comedians.
Bread, cheese, sauce — oh, sorry — I was daydreaming about the jazzy za’ I inhaled earlier.
The raunciest app known to mankind is Tinder — there, I said it. It was all rainbows and lollipops in the beginning, but now it's just ratchet and needs to go take a hike. When it first came out everyone raved about it, so of course I had to join to see what all the hype was about.
Dorms can be pretty terrifying — scuzzy bathrooms, cinder block walls, a wack job roommate — I'm getting scared just thinking about it.
I really miss tee-peeing people's house back in the day. There was just something about throwing toilet paper 100 miles per hour that seemed to fulfill me, if that makes sense.
Midterms can be a very emotional time. You never sleep, feel delirious and probably have shed a few tears along the way — or maybe that's just me.
Eating cake is probably my favorite form of exercise. You lift your fork to your mouth then chew — it’s a verb, so therefore it’s exercise.
Astrology is constantly labeled as a pile of garbage.
It's time to ditch the cold lemonade and to switch over to a nice cup of toasty coffee.
College is a very tough time in a person's life, or at least it is for me. Countless nights of staying up till 2 a.m., anxiety about trying to achieve that perfect grade, trying to juggle a social life and other obstacles that are in the way, it all can just be flat too much.
I felt a strong urge to buy clothes today, so I checked my bank account balance this morning — I saw my debit card balance and a tear rolled slowly down my face.
The College Avenue gymnasium turned into a rave last Friday night. I don't think I've ever seen so many flashing lights in a gym before, and it's all thanks to Cash Cash taking a pit stop at Rutgers. Flowers in hair, rhinestones on my face, neon-clothed head to toe, I was ready to rave — I'm completely kidding, I would never be caught dead dressed like that. As I maneuvered my way into the sea of drunk college ravers, I came across the opening act.
There’s nothing better than grabbing a wiener on your way to class, and that's exactly what students did early Tuesday afternoon when the aroma of hot dogs filled the atmosphere of the College Avenue campus.
It's hard to dodge that Chef Boyarde and Cool Ranch Doritos at the convenience store.