Now I admit, I was a little off-put when I saw the large number of cats and dogs in the waiting room, but I figured he was just an animal lover, not that he was about to divorce my thing-1-and-thing-2 from the rest of my body with the same clinical precision of a Civil War amputation doctor.
Do you think I chose Northwestern for the academics, the extracurriculars, or the community? No! I chose it for the Evanston Chiliās.
Well golly-gee-good-morning, world! My name is John J. Johnson, and I have the best life ever!
Everybodyās seen somebody go on a power trip before. Police officers when they pull over people, that kid that was supposed to watch over the class while the teacher went out to go use the bathroom, Joseph Stalin, just to name a few. But never before has a power trip been as dangerous as this one, never before has one rush of authority to somebodyās head been as dangerous as this. For Godās sake, somebody put Ben down, heās drunk
It continued until the outbreak ended and I returned to my dorm to realize that I, Diego Guerrero, have become the last surviving Elderite.
RACHEL BERRY: Freezing federal funds? Pardoning rioters? Detention center in Guantanamo? Donald Trump has gone too far this time.
āIām not like other girlsā I think to myself as I sip my almond milk latte from my silly straw, listening to the least popular Lana Del Rey songs on Spotify. My laptop is adorned with quotes from shows obscure enough that people are impressed that I know about them, but not so obscure that they canāt recognize them and shower me with praise. And, if thatās not enough, Iām possessed by an ancient Babylonian demon and levitating and speaking in tongues.
Maybe Iām the only thing that stands between the world and the madness that is me.
āIād only read about it in that book about my changing body my parents gave me when I was 13,ā he told Flipside. Although he admits to doing some āonline studyingā about the subject before he came to Northwestern, he insists that was just so he could be better prepared in case the school put on a production ofĀ Cabaret.Ā
While the snow, accelerated by the wind, stabbed me over and over again in the eyes this week, I realized one thing: Northwestern needs a tunnel.