Dear Lomita, Week seven blues have got a hold on me, but in a different way than you might think; while the increased workload has got a lot of my classmates down, it means I’ve stayed up every night with a girl down the hall discussing the intricacies of our readings. As time has gone…
So you got into Stanford—think you’re hot shit, right? Well, with Tuco breathing down your neck, a pregnant wife nagging you and a narc in the family, think you’ll still make it to office hours? Okay, yeah so this is a metaphor, but we’ve all got skeletons in the basement! In four and a…
Though Roxy is game to play in the bedroom, one game Roxy doesn’t play is Hard-to-Get (she plays Get-to-Hard!). So, over the years, Roxy has learned some of the most and least effective ways to send the occasional unwanted suitors packing.
Fraternity rush is upon us, and while she would rather be upon fraternity members, Roxy has decided to embrace the spirit of rush and share some of the insights she’s gleaned over the years about each of the frats.
Granted, some of the advice isn’t always the best, but every now and then, I receive a piece of advice so wonderful, that I feel the need to shout it from the top of Hoover Tower.
Alright, friends. I wanted to give you a little advice to help you get through an always-awkward first week of classes. Do: Get to know your friends. Doo-Doo: “Hook up” with your friends.
What makes my day, more than anything else?
When people say, “You know, Robin, you really just need to get laid.”