The first time I had to find an apartment during finals week was my freshman year at Florida State University.
It's morning, and espresso machines from New York City to Dubuque, Iowa are screeching themselves awake.
Despite the anemic efforts of the mildest autumn in the past several years, the leaves on the trees around the Levine Science Research Center have finally turned a glowing shade of orange. The...
When my parents moved to Arkansas last fall, only a two-hour drive away from the headquarters of the KKK in Harrison, I was ashamed of the history of racial intolerance in my adopted state.
When I was a kid, I picked my nose. Sometimes I even picked my nose while digging potatoes out of the woods behind my house to throw at the neighbors. Afterward I often unloaded whole pockets full...
It has come to my attention that some people don't like my column because it seems like I think I know everything.
Underage drinkers, take note. Your anathema has a name. And it's Jack Bauer.
Rumor has it that prestigious Northeastern universities created the first fall break to ameliorate high suicide rates during the fall semester.
There it is again. From the Classifieds page in The Chronicle, week after week it taunts me. It whispers to me like a drug dealer. "Just a little prick and your worries are over. $15,000. Egg...
When I was in the sixth grade in Orlando, Fla., my science teacher gave a class on the Florida aquifer.
