Kate C. describes her first true encounter with her "croth-Cthulu."

It’s been a rough November, folks. Highlights include second-round prelims, GRE subject exams, failed immune systems, stalled health care legislation and Mayan prophecies of doom. And to top it all off: boy drama.

I’ve dated exactly once in my life. Risa and I were sworn enemies in the second and third grade, but our unadulterated hatred eventually settled into a life-long friendship. In sixth grade, I asked her out on the set of “Happy Valley High,” a cheap, g-rated, made-for-middle-school version of “Grease.” Our first date consisted of pizza in the back of the auditorium one Saturday afternoon. We broke up a few hours later.

To the Editor:

Re: “Outcry Erupts from Alleged Homophobia: Gay student asked to step down from leadership post by Christian group,” News, April 23.

Editor’s Note: After Chris Donohoe ’09 finished his term as vice president of Chi Alpha Christian Fellowship, he was set to become a member of the leadership team last fall. The organization’s pastors, however, stipulated that he could hold this position as long as he did not engage in a relationship with another man. After Donohoe met his boyfriend, Jarrod Schaeffer ’09, last summer, the pastors asked Donohoe to step down from the team without consulting the rest of the organization.

Like the good second semester senior that I am, I picked up and left last Sunday to spend the first three days of classes being a drunken mess in D.C. The atmosphere in D.C. was decidedly positive and infectiously patriotic. After drinking too early on Monday, I spent the afternoon throwing shoes at a blow-up Bush in Dupont Circle, and my gay best friend (GBFF) and I toured some of the bars in town, sampling the various men the city had to offer.