It’s three in the morning, I’m blaquephaded off moonshine and I’m posted up in the middle of the Costa Rican rainforest. In times like this, I start to wonder how I’m going to survive the night without puking on myself or getting arrested and, more importantly, what led me to this situation in the first place. Considering this is the last thing I’ll write for the Nexus, I figure fuck it. Let me wipe my slate clean. Here’s a portion of what I actually learned from college:
Articles written by: Derek Mead
It’s a cycle as ingrained into us as peeing when we wake up. On a typical weekend afternoon, say Friday or Tuesday, you start to wonder what you’re drinking that night. If you’re underage, you start calling older friends to line up a run. If you’re of age, you try to figure out what you can buy at S.O.S. with laundry quarters.
As a wild-eyed freshman, I was blown away by my first experiences partying in Isla Vista. I’m sure that I wasn’t the only one, especially when considering the amount of barf that appeared in the Anacapa bathrooms during those first few months. Yet when I would talk to my cool, [...]
Let’s get this out of the way first, because I hate the NBA East: The Cavaliers are going to the finals. LeBron is obviously unbelievable, and with his supporting cast, Cleveland makes the rest of the conference collectively look like an Al Davis-coached AAU team.