Patricia Kim '14 discusses the pressure to chose a career path at 18, the reality that most of us don't have it figured out yet and the fact that we will. 

Kenyon Cory '11 examines the good life of Zef life.

For Kenyon Cory '11, being the only girl in a house full of boys is entirely entertaining and purely platonic. 

Julie Block '10 talks goodbye columns, writing in the shower and much more in her final column.

In his goodbye column Peter Finocchiaro '10 reflects on how Cornell has changed him, and chooses which six words he'd use to define his college experience.

Despite its shortfalls, we can't help but love Cornell. In the final column of his Sun career, Munier Salem '10 reflects on the allure of East Hill.

Ah, your first day away at college; the day for which you have awaited rather impatiently since high school graduation. But as you open the door to your new room, reality sets in.  There are two beds in this room.  Oh yeah … … the Roommate. 

Story telling is representation and augmentation; it is reality and something beyond that. “Punk” Lawrence House stood in front of a group of about one hundred familiar faces on Mar. 22 to share his stories about a small town in Maine: his town, and my town. In an atypical start to my spring break, I sat in the basement of the Turner Public Library, among an audience in which I was the youngest, to listen to this man recount the history of our town in a series of personal stories.        

Last week I walked out of the metro and had to cut through the Pere-Lachaise cemetery to get to my friend’s apartment. It’s a winding labyrinth of mossy graves and cobblestoned paths, possessing an eerie calm that seems to permeate the air itself, bringing a silky serenity to the graves of Jimmy Morrison, Wild Oscar and Freddy Chopin. It was drizzling twilight by the time I got to Pete’s place, and I looked out from his balcony to see Paris half-shrouded in fog and mist, all the postcard landmarks shimmering like ghosts in the sinking sun. I’ve been surrounded by these surreal images of gorgeous urbanity for a month now, and there’s one question that keeps coming back … What are all my super sick frat dogs doing right now?

As the great Calvin Coolidge once said, “No person was ever honored for what he received. He was honored for what he gave.” Thus, in a shameless grab for some honor I surely will not be receiving upon graduation, I’ve decided to give in a big way. No, I can’t promise a free car or 16 million rupee, but I think I can bestow upon you something close in value: A Survivor’s Guide to Cornell. Yes, I’m sure it has been done before, but still, I would feel selfish keeping to myself all the knowledge I’ve accumulated over the years. Anyway, here it goes: