I can’t even count how many times I missed class because I overslept, was sick, or (let’s be honest) just didn’t feel like going. While it’s nice to take a break now and then from the monotony, it can also have its downfalls, such as missed quizzes and participation points that could lower your grade. I never want to admit it, but it seems that the old adage, “You miss class, you miss out,” that our professors have been preaching since the first day of class freshman year actually holds some truth.

So what’s a girl to do?

Sure, you could go to every single class, but that’s not really plausible, is it? You never know when your alarm clock will decide to stop behaving, or you will stop behaving, or an impromptu roadtrip will pop up and require you to skip Friday classes for the drive (and Monday classes for the recovery).

Are you supposed to sit back and accept defeat? Can I get a “hell no”? We’ve always been taught to find solutions to the problems that plague us, and I’ve got the perfect one for all of us:

I Slept Through Class. Read More »

Let’s just hope this stationary isn’t scratch and sniff….

Sometimes, we have meetings with the boys from Coed. Content meetings, phone meetings, meetings about how those bag dresses everyone is wearing are hella ugly…I mean, we like meetings.

A few days ago, we had a phone meeting. We had our pens and paper out, ready to take detailed notes, but the phone meeting got kind of boring, and no one really wrote anything down. Except this:

Safe to say, we know how to keep it real in the office.

I lived with five other people my sophomore year of college. Three boys and three girls. We were all great friends when we moved in, but soon we cordoned off, built alliances and ended the year in veritable silence. It started when two of my roommates who were dating when we signed the lease broke up just before we moved in.

It continued when the boys never locked the door, and one girl was really obnoxious. It also didn’t help that we were politically divided in an election year. I’m surprised no one got stabbed.

But what really drove us apart were the notes. The little post-its I’d find stuck on filthy coffee tables, or the threatening comments on the dry-erase board. Everyday there was an annoying message reminding what I should or shouldn’t do in my own home.

Now there’s a place to laugh at all of those passive-aggressive notes, a great blog aptly-titled passiveaggressivenotes.com. Readers send in notes they find at work, at home or even signs on the street. Some are covered in unnecessary clip-art and capital letters, some are rude, and some can only be described as aggressive. But because they’re no longer littering my home, all of them are hilarious. Read More »