Some call this a fail, we call it a total win.

Call us immature (it’s better than the other things people have been calling us), but this is funny. I mean, penis? On the front page of the newspaper? Ha! That’s funny! And genius.

But other people, more important people, do not agree.

Apparently it’s a yearly tradition at the University of Utah for the senior journalists to have a little fun with the final publication of the year. So rather than just doing the corny goodbye with the inside jokes that no one gets, this year’s seniors decided to use their writing and formatting skills to spell out c*nt and penis on the front page. Read More »

I always take the joke too far. If there’s a line, I soar right over it. So it was only natural that when people joked about me rushing a sorority as a senior, I went home, paid the fees, and signed up.

Even though I was rushing as joke, I still took the actual process very seriously. I showed up to all the pre-rush meetings, attempted to make friends with my group, and agonized over the perfect outfit for the first day (the decision between jeans and leggings kept me up). As the first day of rush approached my only problem was that no one in my rush group liked me. I had assumed that because I was a senior they would all gather around me for my insider tips and Greek wisdom.

Instead they stayed away like my awkwardness was contagious. Because they all insisted on ignoring me, I would just sporadically leap into conversations without even turning around to face them. I’m pretty sure that even though they refused to show it, they appreciated my Wizard-of-Oz-like- advice on sophomore housing, the grossest dorm food, and hazing. I’m hopeful that one day I’ll overhear one of the freshman saying “that awkward-senior in my rush group did always say to stay away from quesadilla night at the dining hall.” Read More »