“The plight of the older sibling”: an article I recently read describing why older siblings have it tougher than younger ones. It claims that parents are harder on older siblings than on younger ones in order to set an example.

When I was little, my neighbors invited me to go to church with them. I did, and I liked it. I liked the building, and the cookies they gave out, and being an angel in the Christmas play. I learned about stories from the Bible — the burning bush, the great flood — the whole shebang. I celebrated Christmas and Easter (and still do).

You stand there in your starting position with every muscle tensed in anticipation and anxiousness, your heart is pumping at a rate you hope your legs can match, your mind scampers over so many things that it soon becomes a dizzying array of thoughts, and then you start and you realize that the race is ultimately between you and time.

Today during school I attended the senior auction like most Uni students. I wholeheartedly support the event, but it is still beyond me how people spend so much money on things.

Free are the T-shirts and pens that everyone runs over to the Siebel Center to get during career fairs. Free are the cheap products that people look forward to every year during the Engineering Open House. Free are the scrumptious samples from the yummy restaurants on Green Street.

Game shows are almost always inane, often corny, and rarely do they require skill. Just look at "Family Feud." Actually, please don’t look at "Family Feud," unless you like migraines.

When you enter high school your perception of the entire world changes. Well, maybe not the entire world, but what you come to value and appreciate change significantly from your middle school days.

The demon of all school-related anxiety has struck again, and this blow may very well be the worst one so far.

Prom. It's just a tiny little word that has come to mean so much. Just looking at it without knowing what it is you might brush it off as you do so many other everyday words. However, in my junior year I have come to learn that to some people prom means everything.

The school year is finally almost over. The 5K is coming up, teachers are starting to buckle down in preparation for final exams, and a major case of senioritis has stricken the senior class.

We have all heard the stereotypes surrounding the responsible older sibling and the somewhat less responsible younger sibling. According to a recent study done at Johns Hopkins University, these stereotypes may very well be true.

When a student comes home from school, a parent might ask: "Hey, how was school today? What grade did you get on your test, how'd you do on it?"

It was 6 o'clock on a beautiful Saturday morning. The sun was out and shining brightly. Smells of frying eggs floated around the house. A beautiful, crisp day.

And it was freezing.

Even though I had been asleep for the past 10 hours, or around 1.4 school night's worth, I still didn't want to get up at the crack of dawn. After all, I still had a lot of sleep to make up.

Each year 1,006,970 women are stalked in the U.S. along with 370,990 men. At some point in their life, one out of every 12 women and one out of every 45 men will be stalked.

Someone once told me that "most people are ugly."

I found the comment ridiculously odd and inaccurate and automatically began to wonder by what standard are the majority of human beings considered ugly. Alas, I didn't say anything, but shrugged it off and directed the conversation toward a different topic.