Tag: LETTITOR

…to this crazy game show of life. No real winners in this one—unless maybe you’re talking to Steve Harvey.

Well, we’ve made it. The last issue of the Fall semester. The next time the Other Press hits the stands will be in frigid January days. January 2016.

Instagram. Snapchat. Twitter. LinkedIn. Tumblr. Facebook. I am no fan of social media. My Facebook page only sees moderately more attention than my garden, and seeing as my “garden” is a single Venus flytrap—dead, mind you—it’s not hard to disinterestedly paint a picture of my usage.

Hold on, dear comrades, a much-needed break is near. Those lazy days in bed with nothing to do but consume hot chocolate and eggnog by the gallon while indulging in mind-numbing programming are almost here. December is looming large

I’m at a marvelous point in life where I am financially self-sufficient but still short of that next step—when one settles into a real job and can truly start making some decent bank.

One of the first notable stories revolving around our Prime Minister Elect Justin Trudeau is about his new residence. Twenty-four Sussex Drive has been the home of Canada’s prime ministers since 1951, and Trudeau is now refusing to move in until proper renovations have been made.

People can be dirtbags. We’ve all had the jerk who cuts in line, takes up several seats on the bus, or thinks the entire sidewalk belongs to no one else.

I come from a family of avid readers. My father seemed to have a new novel on the go, whether it be complete garbage or a respected work, almost every day.

I wasn’t a big fan of Thanksgiving growing up. It was that holiday that wasn’t really a holiday. A day that all the adults made a great hubbub about, but one that a child has difficulty seeing the value of.