Recently something happened in our country that shook the foundation of everything we know. Most of us have been left feeling shell-shocked regardless of what our political beliefs are and frankly, it’s not a fun feeling. Not at all. Instead of sinking into existential dread, here are five things you can do instead of worrying […]
In case you were wondering, pop punk is still very much alive. It has reared its beanie-clad, crewneck-with-pizza-grease-stains-wearing self from the early 2000’s and rattled every drop of sweat and lyric out of the sad, ‘I hate this town/my significant other dumped me’ kids – from the 30-year-old bearded man in his red and black […]
He’s got an unmistakable, toothy grin – the kind of smirk that’s crooked and slightly unintimidating, although his sharpened canine teeth might suggest otherwise. His body, smooth as marble, glistens in the bracing fall daylight. The wind blows across the idle campus.
I glance up at him, because even in a crouch he towers a staggering six feet tall, and mutter a question into his cold ear: “How do you feel about UWM?”
He doesn’t answer but instead adamantly beams forward, watching the students schlep across campus.
Occasionally a car or bus will zip past. He seems unfazed. I sigh.
That’s what you get when you try to have a word with Pounce – our resident guardian, mascot, eyesore – the panther statue plopped out in front of UWM’s Enderis Hall.
Frigid water splashes up at my face as my legs and arms desperately thrash around in an expansive ocean. My head bobs above the surface and I take a massive gasp of air for only a second before I’m submerged again, and the tossing in the waves continues – Above and below Above and below […]