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“Good luck, Mallory!” a girl says to me. She has to be joking, walking around to each person and telling him or her “good luck” with a smile on her face. I’m mildly horrified because it’s the opening night for my drama team’s annual Christmas musical and we’re backstage, preparing to begin. Doesn’t she know that it’s bad luck to say good luck in the theatre?

Rose Parades, resolutions, and more inside from your New University photographers.

The prototypical holiday season usually induces images of roaring fires, shiny presents and families convening from around the world to gather together around a well-laden table. The part that usually gets left out of the imagination is the one of bad weather, cramped planes and crowded airports. Images of gently-falling snow morph into the harsh reality of torrid blizzards that keep aircrafts circling runways for hours. Gingerbread houses? Eggnog? Ha!

It’s that time of year again. New Year’s resolutions are being made, broken and forgotten as we speak. I’m not one to judge, though — I’ve been there, done all that.

Every tattoo comes with a story. Whether it be a wild, drunken night that could not be remembered, or a sentimental memento of a loved one, a tattoo is a permanent reminder, even if you are trying to forget it.

My name is Carly Lanning and I have a fear of styrofoam. Don’t laugh, it’s true!

In between not failing, making and spending money, maintaining my relationship with friends and not becoming unhealthy, I don’t know if I have time to even think about dating. Grades, sleep, social life, money, future, dating; pick two. Does dating even fit in there? We’re supposed to be at college to learn anyway, right? Maybe the single life is the way to go for college.

It seemed inevitable; for once, each and every weather report had predicted the same thing for the San Bernardino Mountains. Yet, once the...

During the holidays, everybody has their own favorite treats. Some people prefer freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, others indulge in hot chocolate and...

It’s that time of year again. Thanksgiving has passed and we’re recovering from that annual over-indulgence of good food, good wine (if you’re...

Instead of going home to play after school every Thursday like the other elementary school kids did, I went to sewing class. It...

I have a confession to make: the Christmas tree in my house has been up since Nov. 20. Yes, five days before Thanksgiving,...