We are reaching the week in the semester that is marked on every college students’ calendar. Whether the seven days in the planner reads “PUNTA CANA” in big letters or are filled by a volunteer service trip,  Spring Break has finally arrived.

But while some are checking their luggage and loading on the sunscreen, more than half of college students will actually be sticking around for break. Maybe it’s the struggling economy, perhaps it’s a pair of hostile and nervous parents; whatever the reason and no matter your longitude and latitude, Spring Break is an annual week that should be soaked up by all. Yes, even in your teeny, tiny dormroom.

1)      Take time off: OK, so maybe your surroundings are missing a few palm trees and a couple thousand college students running wild but the point of Spring Break is to do just that: break. Close the text books, put away the planner and relax for the week. You will certainly need the relaxation after the midterms you have just endured and to plow you through the upcoming weeks leading up to finals. Read More »

So you’re stuck on campus for Spring Break, watching people flee to warmer climates or their parents’ house. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have to be bored. There are plenty things to do on campus that are fun and don’t break the bank.

Have a beach party – just because you’re not at the beach doesn’t mean you can’t pretend you are. Break out the bikinis and shorts, blend up some margaritas and blast the songs that remind you of summer. Invite others that stuck on campus. You might even find a cute boy you can ‘lei’.

Theme parties – Still not in shape to don your bikini? What about another type of theme party? Have a moustache party (no you don’t have to grow one, just squiggle a nice one on your finger and hold it up to your face). Or you could try out our makeup tips for a decade party. Or how about a party from one of those fabulous places you didn’t get to travel this break. Fiesta anyone? Read More »

While all of my friends are drinking heavily and basking in the scorching sun in Acapulco, I’m home with the ‘rents. Not only am I spending my spring break with my parents, but I have a butt-load of school work to catch up on and to make matters worse, I can’t even drink with my friends from home. Why no drinking, you might ask? It’s called a scary dose of reality, otherwise known as (possible) alcoholic hepatitis.

Last Sunday I was admitted to a local hospital (in my college area) due to increasingly painful bursts of pain that would shoot from my stomach, up into my chest, and through my back. It all started on Friday night when I arrived home from work around 1:30am—keep in mind I had been battling a horrific hangover all day and night. First as a dull, but incredibly uncomfortable pain in my upper abdominal region, I attempted to fall asleep and hope for the pains to be gone by morning; instead, they only worsened… and worsened… and worsened. Read More »