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Columns: Rehabbing the addiction

This is my last column, maybe not ever, but at least for The Carroll News. Even though my reign has been brief, it’s been great. I’ve plugged self-acceptance, human rights, and “Glee.” But I’ve never promoted myself. As someone who needs a job in journalism for the summer in order to build my portfolio, I…

Chapstick: N-Oprah

I don’t like Oprah. There isn’t a reason behind it or anything, it’s just the way I feel.  I often think when watching her show that the melodrama of it all is annoying and her facial expressions never really change, whether she’s happy, sad or giving away humpback whales.  It always annoyed me that she…

Chapstick: Musical machismo

Over the past few weeks, I have noticed a strange phenomenon. I’m referring to multiple, almost dismissible references to those Broadway favorites whose lyrics are forever seared into the back of your mind. I’m serious, it’s everywhere. You know what my favorite part about it is? They’ve almost all been made by men. I mean,…

Columns: ImmokaLIVE

I’m a senior and I have been trying to figure out my life for, oh, about 22 years now. I haven’t had much success in figuring out my profession, but occasionally, I have some hefty realizations.  One came two weeks ago as I sat on a dusty linoleum floor of a classroom in Immokalee, Fla. …

Chapstick: Under pressure

In 1981 Queen and David Bowie recorded “Under Pressure.” Or if you were born in the ‘90s, you know it as the original song that Vanilla Ice ripped off for “Ice Ice Baby.” Anyway, although it isn’t my favorite Queen song (that title goes to “Bohemian Rhapsody,” duh) I have had quite a strong connection…

Chapstick: What’s not to love?

This weekend is Valentine’s Day. I would apologize for reminding you, but let’s face it, I’m not the only one talking about it. In light of Valentine’s Day, my roommate, Laura, and I decided to see what we were doing wrong (i.e., why we are 22 and haven’t been in serious relationships). We didn’t have…

Chapstick: The art of aging

As a second semester senior, I’m starting to feel the effects of my age. I am stiff when I wake up in the morning, I forget everything, and I walk around campus complaining about how “things were different in my day.”  I’m really getting freaked out by the fact that suddenly I’m relating better with…