Well, friends, the end of the semester is approaching, and it has come time for my final column of 2011. It has been a pleasure writing and answering all of your questions, and I thought it would be appropriate...

U pon the close of each semester, I become the sunken eyed, hygienically questionable version of myself. I crawl into a cave and don’t emerge until I’ve finished the 17 papers and presentations due...

Please, someone . . . Anyone. Teach me how to Dougie. I’ve always wanted to be that girl who brings the fresh dance moves to the party. Instead, I’m the girl that brings the chips and dip—so not...

You know those days when all you want to do is sleep? You know, you wake up at 1:15 p.m., wonder what year it is, and when you swipe a tired hand over your face and realize you don’t have a beard, you...

Human reliance on technology, especially to such great extremes, has become a tired cliché. We allow ourselves to be chained, or more aptly wired, to our laptops, mobile phones or personal computing tablets....

I really needed a vacation. Even though fall semester is almost an entire month shorter than spring (its true!), I still feel the crushing weight of group projects, midterms and impending finals somewhere...

What is it about eating our weight in stuffing and candied yams that brings out the worst? We’re definitely not hungry and tryptophan in turkey makes you sleepy, not neurotic. Thanksgiving tends to mark...

Welcome back folks. I know you’re all super excited to be here after your relaxing Thanksgiving break. Luckily, we have finals waiting—such a comforting thought. But this article isn’t about the...

If the world hasn’t ended already, I wonder what it will be like. On the good chance that we’re still driving gas-guzzling cars, we can take solace in the fact that the iPhone’s new technology will...

Yes, unfortunately. The art of the pickup is a delicate thing. Come on too strong and you’re bound to scare off potential company. Don’t lay it on thick enough and you’re left solo. Probably sipping...

So here it is, two days before I hop on the Megabus to Philly, and I’m drowning in a sea of my own assignments. At this point, I don’t know which way is up. So forgive me, for this may be the “Seinfeld”...

Did you wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy? No? Did you wake up in the morning feeling bloated, cranky and hungry? Okay Ke$ha, I think we know what time the clock Tik Tok-ed to. Mother nature...