Do you want to walk out of Otterbein as a changed person, or are you content to remain stagnant these four years? At age 22, will you be any different than you were at 19?
The class sizes at this college make it impossible to be alone. Our professors know us by our first names. They know about our lives and we know about theirs. We're connected together. To the class of 2008: It has been a privilege living together as brothers and sisters.
Did you know that there's a new plastic surgery where women can reshape the labia of their vagina? And I'm sure we've all heard of getting bum implants to resemble Jennifer Lopez's fine heinie. This is deplorable.
With so many magazines and newspapers featuring ways to "go green," our consciences can no longer let it slide when we toss away an empty plastic water bottle. "Green guilt" will eventually set in. Is recycling going too far?
In my four years as a faithful attendee of Otterbein Christian Fellowship (OCF), I've learned a lot. For instance, I've learned that God loves me. I've also learned that women can refer to themselves as men. And they're not even transgendered. I can't speak for all women, but last time I looked down in the shower, I didn't see a penis.
Burping. Farting. Pooping. There comes a time in every romantic relationship when these actions are brought out into the open...no longer swept under the rug, or in this case, flushed down the toilet. The couple must decide whether they can move forward...whether they can push past these seeming setbacks.
I feel like I'm constantly going through puberty. I opted to take a modern dance class this quarter, and so far it's been seven weeks of mortification, the kind you feel throughout middle school. I felt embarrassed the first day when I worried about having gas during the run-run-leap-run combo.
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