I want to start this letter humbly, by tipping my hat to the RAs. I don't think anyone could choose a harder job at the Claremont Colleges, so thank you for graciously stepping up to the plate. Honestly, thank you for doing your job so that I don't have to.
Hey Frary, It was really nice running into you the other day. You looked just… great. Of course, I hadn’t really planned on seeing you. My friend and I were on our way to Collins when suddenly, out of the blue, my friend asked, “Hey, why don’t we go to
Dear Frary, Let me just say that this is probably the hardest letter I’ve ever written. Where do I begin? These past few weeks it’s become clear to me that we’ve grown apart. We just want different things these days. Meatless Monday? That came out of nowhere like a sucker
By now you’ve already heard the tragic news: Coachella tickets have sold out. Last year, some 225,000 flocked to Indio, California to take part in the sun-drenched revelry. Jay-Z, Pavement, LCD Soundsystem, and even Thom Yorke made it out for the fun. And what else could you call it? People
Like many of you, I was horrified this past Saturday when Chapman, despite their snapper’s best efforts, managed to snatch a sucky victory from Pomona-Pitzer in the last three seconds of the football game. “What can be done about it?” you ask, turning your flushed cheeks and hopeful eyes toward