Adam Nelson '06: A case of senioritis
By Adam Nelson | November 14"So I dropped a class today."
"So I dropped a class today."
Life seemed pretty simple when I was 6. After I got over my childish 5-ear old dreams of becoming an astronaut, I finally settled on what I really wanted to be when I grew up: Zack Morris, the protagonist of the greatest show ever to be aired, "Saved by the Bell." I wanted it all: the overly gelled ...
In my last column, I mentioned that my door lock could easily be picked with a wire hanger. Soon after, employees from Facilities Management inspected my door and have subsequently ordered all doors in my dorm (and, I've been told, in five other dorms on Wriston) to be examined and, if necessary, replaced. ...
I was sitting in my room a few weeks ago doing homework with my door locked when all of a sudden I hear someone fiddling with the lock. The door then burst open, revealing a friend standing in the doorway yelling "16.4 seconds ... a new record." Immediately I was impressed - it only took 16.4 seconds ...
Last week I was at an open house held by a major investment banking firm, which for the purposes of this column we will refer as Moldman Machs. The open house was held at the faculty club, and for those of you who have never attended an event like this, let me paint the scene. There are about 150 students ...
For those of you who didn't attend Max's Upstairs''drawn-out string of "last nights," the bar closed for good during finals period last semester. Some may not remember Max's in its heyday, but I for one will look back longingly and remember six-dollar pitchers, Kevin at the door, and the sounds of "Lose ...