Consistency is difficult to come by during our time on the Hilltop. Each year, we find ourselves in a new dorm or off-campus apartment. Each semester, we enroll in new classes with new professors. And each weekend, we go to the same bars and parties, but the actual outcome of the night typically varies.

Recycling has become extremely important for our world’s well-being. There are countless Web sites and articles listing the numerous environmental and economic benefits of reducing our trash. Even Jack Johnson has claimed we’ve “got to learn how to reduce, reuse, recycle” while strumming along to his guitar.

While cleaning my room over winter break, I came across my diary from ninth grade. As I flipped through the pages, laughing at how absurdly simple my life had once been, I stopped on the page dated Jan. 1, 2004. I had listed my New Year’s resolutions:

1. Work out more.
2. Stop fighting with my sisters.
3. Be more aggressive with feelings.

While cleaning my room over winter break, I came across my diary from ninth grade. As I flipped through the pages, laughing at how absurdly simple my life had once been, I stopped on the page dated Jan. 1, 2004. I had listed my New Year’s resolutions:

1. Work out more.
2. Stop fighting with my sisters.
3. Be more aggressive with feelings.

Thanksgiving break is particularly glorious for college students. After several months of combating the small creatures living under their fridges, studying until their brains ache and surviving swine-related illnesses without Mom’s chicken noodle soup, they finally return home. Everyone looks forward to a day dedicated to turkey, mashed potatoes and embarrassing family stories. But there’s another something students smile about when thinking of Thanksgiving break: their holiday honey.

Georgetown is famous for its Halloween weekend festivities. Upon looking out my bedroom window this past Saturday, I spotted a sea of witches, oversized cartoon costumes and exotic animals. Many charged towards one bar or another. However, the majority of students in the area opted out of a night on the town in order to attend their own slew of house parties. Yet, they donned costumes as extravagant as those waiting in the endless line outside the door of The Third Edition.

We all know how the rumor mill spins at Georgetown. Before you make it off the Hilltop, you will certainly be faced with the less-than-comfortable situation of dealing with gossip that has been aimed in your direction. Allow me to tell you a story about one such situation, and how you should handle it.

During the summer after your senior year of high school, emotions are chaotic. Fear, excitement and uncertainty collide with one another and cause a general jittery sensation inside when your looming future is mentioned. Relatives and friends fill your brain’s inbox with countless messages of advice: how to avoid weight gain, the best restaurants in the city and how to combat that awful roommate with whom you might get stuck. Although helpful, none of these truly prepare you for what’s to come: your freshman year.

Love, and more especially lust, fill the air and lungs of students all over campus during spring semester. Georgetown Day exemplifies Cupid's ability to shoot even the most cold-hearted Hoyas with his fiery arrows; the front lawn never fails to be filled with canoodling young couples finally brave enough to delve into some sort of relationship (typically assisted by several cans of liquid courage).