Imagine this. You wake up in the middle of the night to use the restroom you share with your suitemates. In the morning, a friend stops by to show you a picture on his digital camera. It's a picture of the white board on your door. However, instead of the usual funny pictures and inside jokes from hallmates and visiting friends, scrawled across the board is the word "NIGGER." Trying to spare you the embarrassment, your friend erased the hateful word before more people could see it.
SUBURBAN OUTFITTER: Last night, I had a nightmare about Chictopia.com. I was clicking through page after page of girls in oversized white t-shirts, black leggings and black boots. Every single ChicBlog was exactly the same. My legs began to hurt as if the sight of so many bland outfits was physically painful and I suddenly woke up in actual pain. Lying in bed, I began to wonder if I go on Chictopia too much.
In impoverished parts of the world, such as Africa, India and Bangladesh, people struggle to find a source of clean water to drink as they fall victim to waterborne diseases such as cholera and typhoid. However, for most of us in the developed world, water is taken for granted, the entity that covers over 70 percent of the Earth or the molecule that contains two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom. In fact, we in the United States have so much wealth that we have an endless number of different types of water, all suited for unique purposes to enhance the hydration experience. Considering how lucky we are that we not only have access to clean water, but various brands of clean water, it only makes sense to draw the line between good water and bad water in order to find the perfect one.
Mad, Bad, & Dangerous to Know: Suddenly, the professor is taking roll in my 100-person lecture class and teaching assistants are taking it again in my 40-person discussion section. I'm told that if I am counted absent in more than a certain number of lectures and discussions, I will fail the class completely. But by the time roll is finally taken and class actually starts, we are 10, sometimes 20, minutes into the allotted class time. Far be it from me not to admit that some days, I couldn't ask for more than a shorter lecture. But in the back of my mind, I can't help but feel a bit cheated.
