Author Michaela Smith

When it comes to how college students present themselves each day, anything goes. I show up to class, usually late, completely disheveled. Donned in pajama pants, a sweatshirt, socks and sandals, I am, at 8 a.m., nothing short of a fashion disaster. I kick my feet up on the desk, slouch low in my chair, and try to find something to take notes on.

I'm not the best flier. This isn't a post 9/11 thing as much as an annoying thing. People, in the airport or on the plane, are annoying. Since the school only offers a course on the etiquette of business dinners, and not one on the etiquette of flying, it seems only proper to offer a few tips.

Whenever a tragic accident involving drunk driving occurs, it hits close to home. Most of us know students who forget their limitations and drive off drunk, or may have even made that mistake ourselves. Young drivers are involved in more alcohol-related crashes than any other age group.

It's official: Townhouse 35 has officially become an example of communal living. No, we aren't weaving our own ponchos or growing our own potatoes (though if our high utility bills persist, we may just have to), but life around the 'house has become a team effort.