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Finding an internship can be as frustrating as finding a needle in a haystack. Not only do we have to format our resumes and write cover letters, we also have to look for the right kind of internship that fits our field of interest and hope that we get the position.

Instead of vowing to stop procrastinating like you do at the start of each new quarter, why not resolve to put off those assignments as long as possible? Single serve websites are here to help!

It’s hard to say what my expectations were when I set out for Italy. Looking back now, I guess I was expecting the quintessential Italy trip: daily walks on cobblestone streets, gelato slowly melting in the warm glow of the sun, lounging on a green grassy hill while overlooking the Tuscan landscape and eating a picnic of various meats, cheeses and bread … basically everything you see in the movies.

PHOTOS: Another look around Irvine.

“Most of you set the curve in school, go off and do great things. These kids are 14, and they don’t know where they’re going to get their next meal.” These were the words spoken at the Dean of Students Winter Leadership Conference in January by Erin Gruwell, a UC Irvine alumna who has become famous throughout the realm of education.

In the fall of 2010, the nation was engrossed by a surge of gay teen suicide. Within the span of a few months, nine gay students committed suicide due to bullying and lack of acceptance from their peers.

“Dear Ms. Lee, Thanks for inquiring about our summer newsroom internship. We’ve already filled that slot, selecting a young man who has already graduated from college and has some experience at both news writing and teaching. Your cover letter suggests you are a good writer; I encourage you to try again next year.”

There is an extreme fascination with Hollywood in our society today. The basic questions of what celebrities do, where they go, what they own and what they wear rivals that of a catalogued library.

We were somewhere around Coolidge on the top shelf of some high desert oven rack when my wife Robyn said that the hotel we’re going to serves complimentary cocktails from 5 to 6:30.

Back in the old days (I’m talking about fifth grade) on April Fools, my prank was “The Prank” of all pranksters. During break, I would steal my friends’ brown sack lunches from their colorful cubbies.

About this time last year, I was grumbling over the mass e-mails from the School of Humanities about graduation. “I’m not ready to think about gowns and caps and announcements!” I said and skimmed – then deleted – all of those e-mails. “I’ll read them next year,” I told myself.

For every grandparent with an iPhone, there are countless others who only know of Apple as a type of pie filling. My maternal grandparents have little in common, aside from a European ancestry and their current status as members of the octogenarian club. My grandmother is a hairdresser, a wonderful baker and a devout Lutheran, while my grandfather is a retired engineer who keeps to himself, speaks a handful of languages and stays up-to-date with Rush Limbaugh.