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Final exam
By Matt Detura | April 15, 2005Sitting here, writing my final column, there’s the temptation to turn it into something major and profound.
Sitting here, writing my final column, there’s the temptation to turn it into something major and profound.
Rumor has it that Christian Laettner, our favorite shot-making misanthrope, was once asked to donate to Duke.
The truth can finally come out now that my parents have made the final payment on my college education.
This is the worst possible time to be a writer. By “worst possible time,” I mean the whole “this day and age” thing, and not Friday, specifically.
I"ll readily admit: I"ve been looking forward to this moment all year.
Y ou can’t flip a channel today without stumbling over a reality show. (As an aside, I consider myself something of a game show connoisseur, and the title “reality show” bothers me.
Breathe. Breathe? Breathe. Breathe because we do it 20,000 times a day and don’t think about it once. Breathe because it’s five or six seconds to yourself.
I was people-watching on the Bryan Center Walkway the other day, and I saw a couple speaking to a friend of theirs at one of the tables.
Apparently, fall has arrived: The leaves are starting to come down, the days are getting shorter, and seniors are scrambling for jobs like it’s their… uh… job.
Two months away from the election, I should probably pick a candidate. After all, this is the MOST IMPORTANT ELECTION EVER as everybody keeps reminding me.