Mickayla Miller Well, welcome. If you’re a commuter like me, it’s going to be an interesting first school year. It might be overwhelming, having all of the autonomy but none of the benefits of being . . .
f you attended Orientation a week ago, you most likely felt when your head hit the pillow Saturday night, that you had just wasted four days of your life.
Do not be alarmed, because this was a recurring thought that was prevalent in many freshman or transfer students minds. . . .
The sight of so many new faces around campus has me conjuring up old memories of what it was like to be a freshman.
The prevailing smell of manure in the morning, the quest to cross George Street at the crosswalks during lunch and the first bite of gordinier food has me reminiscing my first year of college. . . .