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Raise Your Glass

Florencia Ulloa  —  Dec 3, 2010

In the spirit of the musical genius Pink, Florencia Ulloa '11 gives an emphatic toast in her end of semester column.

Live and Learn

Sandie Cheng  —  Oct 29, 2010

Sandie Cheng '12 offers 10 life lessons for readers to ponder.

Chasing the Dream?

Shaun Werbelow  —  Oct 18, 2010

Graduating senior Shaun Werbelow questions the virtues of going directly to law school.

Focusing on All the Wrong Details

Sandie Cheng  —  Sep 17, 2010

Sandie Cheng '12 remedies her anxiety about the future by taking inspiration from someone who chose to follow his dreams.

Working On Angels

Vicente Gonzalez  —  Sep 8, 2010

Vicente Gonzalez '11 discusses the revelations he's come to since a near-fatal boating accident that happened last weekend.

You Could’ve Told Me I Was in Malaysia

Ben Koffel  —  Sep 7, 2010

Grad student Ben Koffel prepares Cornell's soon-to-be graduates for their impending quarter-life crises.

Your Life Can Be Like the Movies, Too

Sandie Cheng  —  Sep 3, 2010

Sandie Cheng '12 considers how her life aligns with Julia Roberts'.

Come Back to Me, Spring Break

Cristina Stiller  —  Mar 29, 2010

Well, Cornell, I’m stuck with another welcome back article. And while I wish I could give you a cheerier piece of news, I’m afraid that we’re returning to more study, with a chance of sun, oh, I’d say never.

That being said, I do rather like the opportunity to welcome you back to Dreary Ville, USA. Population: wool coats in April and rain boots forever.

Me and Sarah Palin: A Real Encounter

Tony Manfred  —  Nov 17, 2009

I met her at a rest stop in Blandford, Mass. this past Sunday. I was standing in front of a wall of snack food at the gift shop when I saw her slowly pacing through the adjoining Sbarro’s, squinting through her glasses at the grease-soaked pizzas on display.

I went numb.

I’d caught just a glimpse of her, out of the corner of my eye no less, but I knew it was her instantly. It was a sub-conscious recognition, as if I’d already memorized her every dimension, as if hours of television exposure allowed me to keep a mental blueprint of each of her distinguishing traits.

Work Hard, Work Harder

Julie Block  —  Nov 11, 2009

You can picture it, I’m sure: It is 2 a.m. My body is a tightly coiled slinky of stresserosity, ready to go springing out of my house, roll down the hill and into Beebe Lake. My hair is a frizzy mess, my eyeballs are bugging out at all sides and I have a Jason Segel-sized bowl of soymilk and entire box of Life cereal (think: Forgetting Sarah Marshall), two cooling cups of coffee, a beer and a pack of cigarettes in front of me. I am a crazed person. I qualify for a straightjacket.

I have a paper due.

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