SUBURBAN OUTFITTER: If you're anything like me — a shopaholic with a lack of funding — fashion can be fun, but sometimes overwhelming. If you sometimes find yourself debating whether or not to trade a week's worth of dinner for a pair of heels you can't stop thinking about, this week's column is dedicated to you. I love to shop, but my meager college student budget determines what I can actually spend money on versus what I should buy for less. Here are my thoughts on what to splurge on, what to save on, and where to get it.
This debate tears my heart to pieces. Each side is loaded with incredible content and characters. Billions of dollars have flown out of American hands in support of their toys, comic books, movies and cartoons. Still, it is a question that must be answered. Who is better: Marvel comics or DC comics?
UCI Senior gaurd Brett Lauer takes a kneel before checking into the game on Saturday. He finished with eight points and was two of five from three-point range in the loss on Saturday.
ASUCI hosted the second tailgate party of the season on Saturday before the UCI men's basketball team took on Long Beach State. There were many free giveaways and plenty of spirit.
Mad, Bad, & Dangerous to Know: ...the thing that I remember most about being in first grade was that holidays were made into ridiculously big ordeals. I have spent hours with those fluorescent, rinky-dink ultra-safe scissors cutting out snowmen, jack-o-lanterns, four-leaf clovers and let's not forget the most paper-heavy holiday of them all: Valentine's Day.
Not everyone gets called a socialist and a fascist in the same day. Most people must be content with either one or the other. Achieving the dubious distinction of both labels requires a certain amount of talent. Unless, of course, you are, as I am, that most misunderstood of people: a political moderate, in which case it is a common experience.
At 4:10 a.m. on Jan. 20, the second metro headed for Washington, D.C. from a Virginia suburb is nearly packed. In the last hour before dawn, the frigid air bites through the heavily bundled passengers, even inside the train. The people don't seem to mind the cold as they whisper excitedly to each other. Though no definite words can be made out, it is as though the collective murmurings of the passengers form the name that is on everyone's mind, the name of a man "whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant."
Privacy Disclaimer: After submitting content for publication the New University, in print or online, contributors relinquish the right to remove or alter contributions as they appear in publication.