Spanish club sponsored a salsa dance on Saturday. And I didn’t go. “I think I’m getting too old for these,” I said.

I hate cleaning my room. Actually, I really hate cleaning my room.

I'm fine with cleaning anything else, but when it comes to my room, I will try to put it off for as long as I can.

However, room cleaning is like homework: the more you procrastinate, the worse the situation becomes.

I ate a grape for the first time today. It tasted very good.

I've got the shoes, I've got the shorts, I've got that queasy feeling in my stomach, and now it's time for it to start. I'm talking about basketball season, one of the hardest seasons of the year. With one week off from volleyball, which was amazingly relaxed, it is now time for me to suit up and prepare to get home at 7, again.

Time always seems to go by quickly. As usual, it’s been a busy two months for Uni students — with everyone obsessed with homework and whatnot, so I was somewhat surprised when I looked at my calendar and saw that October is giving way to November. What exactly does this time of year mean?

Ghosts and ghouls. Overflowing garbage bags of candy. Annoying people ringing your doorbell every five minutes. Ah yes, it’s Halloween time again.

For me, Halloween has always been a day where I could count on skipping homework and running around with my friends while feeling ridiculous because I was always the only one who didn’t have a ridiculous costume.