Author Jackie Mautone

It's a tie between freshmen year Thursdays at Clubhouse or senior year Mock Wedding. Either way, all 4 years have been amazing! -- Keith Morris '08 "This year when Townhouse 111 surprised my house, 141, with a sexy underwear party. They weren't much to look at, but those guys sure can belly dance.

I'd like to start my final column as your She Said with a congratulatory shout out to the happy couple and stars of this weekend's Mock Wedding festivities, the Slowey's. I hope the wedding night was all you dreamed it would be. If being the Adam to another person's Pecora doesn't scream true love, I don't know what does.

The school year is coming to a close (that was probably one of the most depressing things I've ever written) and it's time for everyone to start tying up their loose ends. Pass finals: Check. Pack up dorm/beach house room: Check. Break up with significant other? The decision to continue a college relationship over the long summer months is one that many of us have had to make at least once in our lives.

One of the first rites of passage we experience as college students, aside from the discovery that we have zero tolerance for alcohol, is meeting with our freshman year roommate. The process began when the roommate assignment letter arrived in your mailbox.

Regardless of your status as either underage or legal, it's a pretty well-known fact that everyone who's anyone will be at one of the Fairfield hot spots on any given Tuesday or Thursday night. That being said, there are some rules that should always be followed: Stick to your territory. Senior guys will be judged for frequenting The Snickering Squirrel and/or Bravo because they are in attendance for one reason only: To pick up younger girls.

I'm all for the advancement of women in the workplace. In a couple of months I'm going to be a woman in the workplace (if all goes according to plan … ). I can also sing every Spice Girls song ever recorded and would have seen them in concert this year if I wasn't absolutely broke, so it goes without saying that I'm very familiar with the notion of "girl power.

Ahh, spring is finally in the air. Nothing makes me happier than sunlight until 7 p.m., one blanket on the bed instead of three and stuffing my Uggs into the back of my closet. I don't care if it hasn't hit 50 degrees yet, I've already made a commitment to my flip-flops for the rest of the semester.

As Fairfield students, we reside in a tiny bubble. There are 4,000 of us, all living within two miles of one another. It's inevitable that you're going to run into someone you know, no matter where you are - and chances are it'll be your ex at Village Bagel after you've just rolled out of bed wearing part (if not all) of your outfit from the night before.

As President-elect Jeff Seiser '10 digs his heels into the office of his face-painted super-stag predecessor Hutch Williams '08, Seiser will have to set his own agenda - one that is in line with the needs of students. His recent victory is evidence that the student body is confident in Seiser's experience, which is highlighted by his class presidency and close work with Williams.

I'm surprised I'm still living after the week I just had, and I'm pretty sure that most of you are saying the same exact thing. You're probably also asking, "When the $#%' is this hangover going to end?" Sorry boys and girls, that's what seven days of binge drinking will get you.