Living light for the cause

By: Elise A. Milbradt    Post Date: Fri, 19/03/2010 - 2:47am
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Almost half the world lives on less than $2 a day.

That’s a lot of people.

Like most students, I’m not well-known for my exemplary eating habits. There are days I forget to eat, or I’m too busy to eat, or I can’t justify spending money on campus food when I could have packed a sandwich.

However, for me, food is always available.

Could I make it on $2 a day worth of food? Could you?

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30-hour famine

By: Michelina Teti    Post Date: Fri, 19/03/2010 - 2:43am
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Comparative politics at 8:30 a.m. is hard enough. With an empty stomach and no caffeine, the class became almost unbearable.

My roommates often wake up to the smell of my mushroom, asparagus and cheese omelet. Making breakfast motivates met to get out of bed at 6:30 a.m. Today I skipped the most important meal of the day and I couldn’t feel worse. Still, my biggest fear going into this challenge was not having coffee. Starbucks wakes me up every morning and keeps me occupied during long boring lectures.

I breathe Starbucks.

Anyone who knows me will tell you that I have a slight addiction.

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Adventureland

By: Richard Chandler    Post Date: Fri, 12/03/2010 - 3:52pm
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I was all sweaty brow and awkward smiles when the first $10 bill landed in my outstretched palm. I was almost apologetic when I handed the unsuspecting players their seven darts and told them tentatively to “fire away.”

It was only after the words left my mouth did I realize the significance of the phrase, especially while wallets and money were in question. It became clearer to me that the job I had chosen out of a hat, as colourfully sugar-coated as “gaming host” is, is as much a legitimate business as a Jewish sausage distribution factory might be.

I worked in the balloon booth that was decorated to the brim with stuffed animals of all sorts and colours, spewing from every small nook and cranny as though Santa’s elves were having a yard sale stuffed inside a shoebox.

“Flash is Cash!” Shellie, my boss would say.

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Wind!

By: Bardia Sinaee    Post Date: Fri, 12/03/2010 - 3:47pm
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Darkness! The deadfall sleet!

Firetrucks on ice!

Best to head out on nights like these

because it is a fact:

your favourite celebrities

deluded professors

and demented ex-lovers

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On the Threshold

By: Daniel Link    Post Date: Fri, 12/03/2010 - 3:40pm
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She sat him down against the makeshift sandbag barrier on the northwest corner. His legs had pretty much given out an hour or two before and any and all strength that remained had vacated his extremities. His mouth was still running a mile a minute, though she doubted that anything short of a stroke would ever relieve him of his gift of gab.

“You’ve been a dear, and don’t forget that,” he said, his voice still strong but increasingly hoarse. “Although Lord knows others, likely far wiser than you, would have called a stop to this some, oh I dunno, days ago.”

“Least I could do,” she puffed, not quite sharing his enthusiasm for the art of conversation, especially at the moment.

The stairwell to the roof was a steep doozy of a climb. Having to haul a motor mouth and a rifle up three flights of dimly lit concrete steps only exacerbated the situation.

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Study pattern

By: Monika L    Post Date: Fri, 12/03/2010 - 3:39pm
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“Pattern recognition is intelligence,” he would always tell me at end of a long and rambling thought, as I struggled to keep up with his walking and the speed of his thoughts.

To this statement I would nod, appreciatively and shyly, thinking too much, my feet moving briskly.

I didn't speak much, then.

He often started talking about some subject or another and it would wind into his conclusion about intelligence: that it was bullshit and something you didn't need be told of EVER. He talked a lot and with utmost conviction, and I listened intently every time because every time he said something a little different, a little bit strange.

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