We can't leave for winter break without giving thumbs up to a few of our favorite things — and thumbs down to a few other things we could do without.

December brings Christmas carols, popping fires, and cold-induced frostbites. It's also the time when senioritis hits the hardest, and lethargic seniors who despise doing homework are often seen wandering around the halls of Uni. But this editorial is about none of these things. It's about homeless kittens and varsity volleyball. It's about whether an activity, which once brought passion into your eyes but now only brings tears of boredom, is all right to quit. We each have our own response to this dilemma, so read on to find out whether quitting is ever justifiable.

When does misogyny cancel out brilliant storytelling? That's the question Gargoyle reporter Laura Dripps wrestles with in her review of Houston rapper Scarface's latest album. Sonically, “Made” is excellent. The beats are complex and produced just enough to be polished but not overpowering. If you can look at the lyrics with a responsible attitude, "Made" might be worth your money.