So I get home from school, work, or errands one day (I have no idea where I was and I guess it was probably Nov. 1, 2, or 3) and walk upstairs.

“Did you see the letter we got?” my roommate asks.

“No.”

“It’s in the bathroom downstairs.”

Curious location for a letter I think, but I go back downstairs, into the bathroom, expecting a noise violation or something equally horrible.

Imagine the most phenomenal dancer you have ever seen perform. Multiply that one master of movement by 32 and you have the ensemble cast of Twyla Tharp and Billy Joel’s Movin’ Out. It is a show that cannot be explained by words from the English language, for there aren’t words expressive or deserving enough of the quality of show seen by an enthusiastic crowd at the Providence Performing Arts Center Wednesday, November 29th at 7:30 p.

The World Series is over, the basketball season is getting underway and football is approaching crunch time in anticipation for the Superbowl. College football is where the action is at right now. As Christmas break approaches so do the NCAA College Bowl games.

Somebody once said, that “the ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree but hold hands.” This quote embodies the exact distinction of being in love, and being in lust. When you are in love, you stare soulfully into another person’s eyes while your heart skips the last six beats within your chest.

It all started with a bang. As I went to sit in a chair that was propped against a cement wall in my common room, everything suddenly went black and I could feel my body sliding to the ground. All I could hear was my friends’ voices escalating in terror as I lay immobilized on the ground, my eyes welded shut by the unexpected blow, the feeling in my arms slowly draining away.